All The Right Moves

The tricolored brute trotted onward throughout the land of Alicritia. Still being new to the lands, he was used to being alone but meeting new faces. A smile would etch across his face as he walked, pads of his feet making almost no sound as if he were floating on air to not make any sounds at all. His tail swished from side-to-side as his golden eyes shone slightly in the sky. That was when he soon caught a glimpse of a female wolf. Her paw appeared to be bleeding, and it would seem that she was alone. He could smell a pack on her, but he didn't care about that right now.

He approached the white, grey and reddish-brown femme and approached calmly and showing no signs of hurting her. He was kind and compassionate, so he would not hurt a female. He bowed his head and saw the wound, "Do you need help, ma'am?" He asked her with a small tilt of his head. He was happy to have met someone new for a change.