new prints | sherbet ; open/joining | old ties

[Morrison]

Ironically, he didn't tend to stay inside and be anti-social. Morrison was a socializer at heart. He just never met the right animals it appeared, especially with a notable Glader in front of him. That wasn't an issue though. At their response, he merely nodded along and lowered his paw down to stay attentive. "No biggie. I find pleasure in my own crowd too," he replied proudly. Pleasure in their presence and in other ways unbeknownst to the rest, although his loud mouth was sure to tell the tale sometime. He decided to add onto their next statement with a widened smirk. "I'm sure you were melting hearts too though, Mr. Floki, despite the small crowd, eh?" A small compliment, minding the sand.

No geography though? Math instead? So much for 'street smart.' This was a nerd who didn't enjoy books, but math? It was a joke, sure, but Morrison merely snorted. The wolf couldn't help but side eye the wyvern, waiting for their own reaction to their statement. A dragon without knowledge of the land would be a travesty. Thank god Sherbet was just a small feline.

Back on the other though, he merely craned his head. "Typhooners gotta be pretty or else they get sent to the Coalition of the Condemned," came his bark. A mocking laugh echoed deeply out from Morrison and coolly followed his statement with another within seconds. "Pirates need to be gorgeous to steal some booty."