He was in the process of forming a humorous reply of some kind, something to do with rocks of course, when she launched herself at him. He watched her as if in slow motion. The tensing muscles, the release time with her spring, the free falling compliments of gravity, and the heavy landing which accompanies any of their species. Quickly he shuffles to avoid any physical contact. (As much as he enjoyed that kind of contact this would not be the most enjoyable kind.) He had fallen into a surprised open-mouthed stare and he quickly recovered into his lopsided smile.

“Rocks have a way of doing that,” he said then laughed at her butchering of his name. He considered trying to get a word in edge wise but the girl was all excitement so he knew better. His copper ears perked forward to catch the slew of information she was throwing at him. Allana whos father was Spartan of the Quarry. How intriguing that sh was able to recognize him. “Nice to meet you, Allana. Yes I am Hollowpoint who wanted to meet with your father.” He took a moment to look the girl over now that she wasn't towering above him.

She was slim and pretty, just losing the lankiness that accompanies the youthful but full of its curiosity. He watched her with his own curiosity as she stepped closer feeling the breeze tug at his dual toned mane. “And what brings you to the Ridge, Allana? Besides rocks of course.” For some reason the Islands made him wish he was young and care free again. One could only wonder why..

stallion // mixed // fifteen.three // eight // bay dun tobiano [Ee/Aa/Dd/nT] // riley
beckett x summer