Jiro, for lack of better words, was a "I don't give a fuck" kind of guy. Not that he was careless, but he also didn't care for the stuffiness that came with the prim and proper attitude of his family. Maybe that was why he traveled farther and farther from home. Or maybe it was the bleeding red sky and crazy, sick animals that threatened to kill him at every turn. Tired of walking with those hefty, long legs of his, he searched for a secluded spot to rest. Perhaps he'd pick some marigolds too to help his digestion.

Dipping down into the valley, he finds a shady spot beneath a large oak. With his luck, there is also a patch of dandelions right beside a flat area of grass. Perfect spot to waste an afternoon being lazy! Plopping himself down, he stretches out, expanding his thickly built body, even letting out a groan of relief as his muscles began to relax. Reaching his head over toward the marigolds, he gathers a few in his mouth, munching on a few as a snack before placing a few off to the side.

Show me how you care, Leora was back in the valley, walking happily as she explored the area. Her last meeting here had been splendid! She had got to make a new friend! And their interaction had been so fun! She hoped she could find another to have just as much fun with! The almost 2-year-old moved with ease over the grass-coated expanse. And then her eyes found a black form and she was practically running to meet him, tail wagging behind her as she approached. Her head lowers as she lets out a soft greeting bark, hopefully making sure the stranger knows she poses no threat to them. Ooooo she wonders if she can convince this stranger to give them a piercing. "Hello there! My name is Leora, whatcha doin'?" Her voice was soft as she looked over his face, silently noting where she could shove a few piercings on him. "Talk" Tell me how you loved before.

Jiro is content to collect his marigolds. The sweet, yet bitter tasting flowers weren't enough to satiate his hunger, but at least it quelled the bubbles gurgling in his tummy. His pile was slowly growing and as he noticed them, he wondered if he could make a flower crown out of some. The stems were rather long and would make for carrying them around much easier. Especially since he hadn't bothered to snag a satchel and bring it with him.

As he swallows another marigold, a brown wolf rushes toward him, letting out happy barks into the once quiet air. Rolling onto his side to see her better, he lets his tail thump against the grass a few times. Giving her a lazy smile in return, he doesn't startle easily or move quickly in case she's a nervous one. His size could intimidate some after all.

"Well, Leora, I am Jiro and I'm just pickin' some marigolds to pass the time. What're you up to?" He cants his head in question before reaching down to grasp one of the said marigolds and offers it to her.