02-02-2020, 02:13 AM
Gift-giving and similar acts of the generous type were, admittedly, gestures that the wolfhound strayed from indulging himself in. He couldn't say exactly why this was, because he himself didn't know the reason. Maybe it had to do with his history up to throwing himself in with the tribe, and how everything that he'd been given was either a feeble attempt on his life, or simply not worth it. Whatever the logic behind his reluctance was, it caused him to habitually avoid those who freely gave items without expecting anything in recompense.
Then again, there were some people who the canine knew he could absolutely trust. Nearly the entirety of Tanglewood fell under that category, with a handful of unfortunate exceptions sprinkled here and there, as well as a humble amount of individuals living outside of the tribe (such as Goldenluxury Roux). And, obviously, there were those that the general trusted more than the rest; some examples being his lover, Crow, his step-son-ish figure, Selby, and his proxy, Aurum. Roy, being Aurum's son, who must've been raised exceptionally well since that was the case, also stood as an individual that he could depend on. He hoped that was the circumstance, at least.
A misdeed coming from those he looked to dearly would be a complete and utter shock. Hence, when the canine stumbled upon Roy handing out flowers, he felt no unease whilst approaching the interestingly-patterned tiger. "Hullo, Roy" he coos, finding a place to sit several metres away from the boy's dad. "I didn't know such flowers grew here," the wolfhound muses, "'specially at this time o' year. Could I have one?"
Then again, there were some people who the canine knew he could absolutely trust. Nearly the entirety of Tanglewood fell under that category, with a handful of unfortunate exceptions sprinkled here and there, as well as a humble amount of individuals living outside of the tribe (such as Goldenluxury Roux). And, obviously, there were those that the general trusted more than the rest; some examples being his lover, Crow, his step-son-ish figure, Selby, and his proxy, Aurum. Roy, being Aurum's son, who must've been raised exceptionally well since that was the case, also stood as an individual that he could depend on. He hoped that was the circumstance, at least.
A misdeed coming from those he looked to dearly would be a complete and utter shock. Hence, when the canine stumbled upon Roy handing out flowers, he felt no unease whilst approaching the interestingly-patterned tiger. "Hullo, Roy" he coos, finding a place to sit several metres away from the boy's dad. "I didn't know such flowers grew here," the wolfhound muses, "'specially at this time o' year. Could I have one?"