Hope For a Better Day
07-29-2014, 10:56 AM
The brute didn't seem to react very kindly to Dayton, but the smaller man couldn't care less at this point. He was still drowning in his own piece of misery. So he simply smiled as if it hadn't happened, though the smile seemed empty at its core. "Exploring," he repeated, nodding a bit before turning his attention to the stranger again as he spoke. Dayton must have still smelled like Tortuga. He shrugged a bit as his amber eyes focused on the water beyond. "I used to have a pack. But I recently left them. It just... wasn't home." But that was all he would share before falling into silence again. His paws would knead the earth a bit in the awkward pause, but Dayton would clear his throat before the silence drug on for too long. "Um, my name is Dayton. What might I call you?" |