one drag for my sorrows ;; joining

[cavalrychoir]

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Cav had heard Zimavich before he saw him. His paw steps were heavy and though the soft ground absorbed most of the sound, the advancement of a large creature was hard to ignore. Dull red eyes shifted from the newly acquired acquaintances of his clan members to the bear that made his way towards him. His coat was matted and messy, sporting the dull colours found around their territory. Not only was his fur a mess, but he was covered in wounds from previous battles; Cav could relate there. He wondered if Zimavich's scars were from good intentions rather than a ceaseless bloodthirsty rampage. Some were new, however, which told the lynx he was still very much capable of defending himself. That was good. He seemed like a worthy opponent in battle and made a mental note to ask the other for a sparring session whenever he had time. No... He should hold back on fighting for now. He didn't want to wake old habits that he finally managed to put to sleep. Once he has a better grasp on himself, Cav'll ask then.

Blinking slowly, he rose to a sitting position as he watched Zimavich come close - too close. Cav didn't move, however, as hot air was blown onto his face. Narrowed dark red optics met with a single purple one as he held his ground. If this was a battle for dominance, the demon was more than happy to oblige. As much as he wanted to think as such, he wasn't sensing any hostile or troublesome intentions from the canine and thus, visibly relaxed. "No," he answered after a moment of silence, keeping his eyes on him. "However, I... I wouldn't mind being your... Friend." His voice was deep and serious, a reflection of his personality, but the pacing and the occasional shuffling of large paws clearly indicated this wasn't something he was used to and he was doing his best not to sound as awkward as he felt. He wasn't sure if he trust himself enough to hand friends, but he was comforted in the idea of being friends with Zimavich. At least if Cav stepped out of line, he could trust the canine had the ability to swiftly detain and possibly kill him. With that being said, he'd at least like to know the name of the individual who has the power to forcefully keep him under wraps. "And you are?"