Strolling quite contently through the willows, the young man kept his head high. His paws kept at a delicate speed, as he admired the drooping willows. How graceful the leaves were as the wind carried them. He felt peaceful in this area, letting the cool air unlock his gentle side to his beast-like manner. He was alone, yes he was, so why would he have to go around looking so superior? This was a place for him to relax. But would this place make a suitable home for him? Or would he have to keep running for a pack?
The brute lifted his muzzle to taste the air, cyan drops twinkling. A new scent had hit his nose, and his ears pricked with alertness. Something was here. Dropping into a stealthy crouch, the man slowly examined the empty willows for something, someone. He wasn't prepared for a fight, but if it was what he smelt, then a fight he shall gladly partake. His eyes rested upon a young pup who was dancing freely amongst the willows, like as if the swaying trees were her paradise or kingdom. She seemed so happy and proud amongst the whispers of the trees. Perhaps this was her home. Alas, the man wouldn't have expected a pup to rule these willows, but he would approach her anyway.
"Good evening miss," The man dipped his head with politeness. "Fine day for a stroll isn't it?"
And a fine day it was.
