strutting | new comer

[MICAH]

The canine is about to take his steps into the wilderness when someone calls out to him. Asks him what makes him think he is so special to be here. Amusement lights up in the soft plum color of his eyes and he turns around to stare at the brute that had spoken. Another imbecile joins him, another strong arm is what he thinks. Less brain and more brawn. Sure. The next does something odd that he doesn't understand and half hides. He snorts before focusing back on the main one, a grin forming on his muzzle. "Never said that I was special but since you are so inclined to give me a compliment I'll accept it. After all it's sorta true." He could laugh right now but he holds it in before glancing at the first one he met and rolling his eyes.

"Regardless since everyone is sitting like little loyal subjects around you I'm going to assume you have some sort of leverage here." Perhaps the leader though he is not the type to mooch up to anyone just because they believe they can control something. Flicking his hairless fur capped tail he tilts his head a bit in thought before pressing on with his sentence. "I'm looking for a new residence, hopefully here. Your little...denizen over there-," He wants to say maggot. "Spoke of work which I can do or whatever you think is necessary." He doesn't plan on lifting a paw but he supposes lying is necessary.