Dust in the grass[open]

Dragneel licked his scarred muzzle for a moment and looked up as he spotted a female. Or rather she spoke to him, giving him to draw his attention towards her. The small runt looked at her his red eyes scanning over her features as he did with every wolf he met at first. The runt gave a bit of a smile and dipped his head respectfully. "Well I think anyone would be lost at first when trying to see what their new home looks like." He chuckled a little bit. Before standing with his head at shoulder length. "I'm Dragneel Mistress, I was accepted to Tortuga yesterday" He greeted. His right white eye patch turning towards her. When you looked at it, Dragneel looked to be a yearling, even though he was simply a three year old runt. Who liked to serve the best he could, he was an excellent fighter, who wished to be of use to another. Maybe this girl would be the one he served?