Dust in the grass[open]

Dragneel looked at the girl and gave a friendly smile. She was good looking, and probably held a higher strength rate than he did being a small runt. He may have been three years of age, but he looked smaller. He dipped his head in respect to the female. "It would be an honor, may I ask your name mistress?" He flicked his black tipped tail. Showing off the right side of his face where his white patch was. He was like a pup ready to explore new lands, even though his goal was more of looking for someone to please. It may have been a foolish dream, but he built his life on it. With minimal rogue training, he was still good in a fight. It was how pack wolves worked he wasn't sure about.