give a good girl bad habits

He would quench his thirst after a few large gulps, and he would keep his eyes trained on the beach so he did not get ambushed by whatever animals lived in these woods. He still hadn't run into another wolf yet, hell, he couldn't even smell any here. Maybe there were no wolves on this island, or worse... no more wolves at all. He clears his throat at the horrifying thought, what if he was really the only one left in the world? As far as he knew, the storm could have wiped everyone out. He is so caught up in his thoughts that he does not notice the girl directly approaching him until she speaks. Mismatched gaze flashes in her direction, his eye brows raising in astonishment as he beholds her stunning form. Not only did this just prove he wasn't the only one left, but damn this girl was pretty! He has never seen markings like hers before, and wouldn't mind getting a closer look.

"Oh thank goodness you are here!" He barks loudly, ignoring her statement about him being noisy. He bounds out of the water and toward her, aiming to approach her head on and stop a few feet away from her. "I thought I was alone! You see, I'm not from around here, that huge storm... It separated me from my family, and I ended up on one of those islands that surround this continent." Carmine tongue slips out from its toothy prison to relieve his face of any water that could be lingering from his jump in the water. "Sorry, I'm starting to ramble. My name is Gauner, what is yours?" He asks, trying to keep a conversation going. He had quite a few questions to ask her, like where the hell was he and how many wolves lived here?

"speech"