10-13-2018, 08:28 PM
Ourias didn't really care what others thought of him when it came to his habits. In his opinion, the only ones that mattered were the other three he had wandered into this group to find. Even then, they knew him. If it came down to Ourias, he would avoid the others. He wasn't exactly friendly, and he didn't need friends beside the others in the small group. Still, something told him that he should at least try. Maybe he could start with that calico cat that had seemed oh-so-talkative when he had first joined.
His amber eyes scanned the area for her, and, a moment later, he caught sight of her. Along with the silver lion, Sephiroth, that had introduced himself as the leader. Apparently, the lion had been caught in the act of doing something. And Ourias had nothing better to do. Despite his own misgivings at trying to at least know two better at one time, the wolfdog found himself slipping over with relative ease, standing a small distance away from the others. Enough that he could be heard talking normally, at least. "They look weird." As much as Ourias wanted to deny it, he did want to try one. He'd wait, though, to see if the bag would be offered to him as well.
His amber eyes scanned the area for her, and, a moment later, he caught sight of her. Along with the silver lion, Sephiroth, that had introduced himself as the leader. Apparently, the lion had been caught in the act of doing something. And Ourias had nothing better to do. Despite his own misgivings at trying to at least know two better at one time, the wolfdog found himself slipping over with relative ease, standing a small distance away from the others. Enough that he could be heard talking normally, at least. "They look weird." As much as Ourias wanted to deny it, he did want to try one. He'd wait, though, to see if the bag would be offered to him as well.