Psalm. It sounded like "Salm" and Ashmedai would run the soft name through his head a few times, it resonating in his mind like a whisper. Ash nodded, then the wolf went on to explain that he was looking for his friend. Huh, looking for his friend out here where there wasn't a pack? Psalm mentioned that the friend might be in Ash's pack and suddenly suspicious eyes scanned the other as he mentioned Angel. How was Ashmedai to know if they were really friends or not? Esti had scolded him for talking too much to strangers, though Psalm looked hardly like a threat with his sky-eyes and pink- wait, pink?- nose. Could wolves have pink noses? Ash was forced to believe so, with this little oddity in front of him, "I know an AngelUS..." Ashmedai started slowly, "You say he's a friend? Big, massive older brother o' mine that could probably take on a bear? Or are we thinking of different wolves?" The stormy boy would smirk, a small chuckle escaping his lips. This odd, slightly stunning wolf was looking for his brother? Why did his brother always get so lucky?
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Ash wears a tourist shirt and a spiked leather harness from time to time. Sometimes together, sometimes not. Just so you know what you're getting yourself into.
Weaponsmaster
