“Ack!” Félicien would call out as the she wolf fell in the water. Not meant what do! He would practically flail, rushing to her side. He was about to speak but her slightly annoyed glare gave him a moment of hesitation. Oops! Well, that was a great way to make a friend, wasn’t it Féli? The boy would flail a bit more, turning his head away as the droplets of water went everywhere. Luckily when the female spoke she didn’t sound so angry though. She wasn’t territorial either, and that was good.
The young man would would look back at her, giving her an apologetic smile. “That’s good. Sorry... You didn’t get hurt or anything, right?” The golden boy would let his bicolored eyes travel over her in worry. He’d feel absolutely horrible if he’d caused her to get hurt! What if there had been rocks in the water?
He would frown slightly, still worried that she might be hurt as she introduced herself. “Félicien Ambroise Desgroire. I’m really, really sorry Tacheté.” The young man would dip his head. “If I may...” He would lift his gaze to her. “I’d like to ask if you are new to Alacritia. You don’t seem to bear the scent of a pack upon your coat.”