Workin on my shiz

Her fierce, unforgiving nature reminded him so much of his own sisters, particularly Sabine. She seemed a bit.. surprised at his admission that his sister was blind, and he grinned a bit, amused. He couldn't tell if they'd get along or butt heads, given how similar they were. The thought was amusing and elicited a soft laugh from his lips.

He'd urged her to touch them, as she'd creep forward slowly and raise a paw to his face. It was certainly an interesting thing; most wolves ignored them, if not gawked with fear, and it was rare anyone was interested in touching them. His grin widened in a amusement at her slightly stunned expression. "Wasn't kidding," he verified with a teasing snort. He'd pull away, but only slightly, watching her keenly as he tilted his head back up. "Never met anyone with them before. My parents liked to tease that I was half-reindeer and if they got too hungry, they might eat me one day." The humor was perhaps a bit morbid, and he'd spent one too many nights worrying that he was in fact part reindeer, but as he grew older he'd realized it was nothing but a joke. His tusks didn't really resemble the antlers of reindeer anyway, despite their strangeness, but he liked telling himself that he shared a trait with them.