Her reaction to his awestruck greeting was even more alarming than running into her in the first place. She immediately took a defensive stature as every hair upon her spine stood high and her upper lip twitched upward in warning. Ragged ears lay back against his head in a friendly-submissive manner as he assures her that he is no threat. He has come to realize that his appearance is unusual to very many of those whom live here, but it was something that his voice had no part of at the time. In fact, he did not even have a voice to speak out against the atrocities that were done to his beautiful ears and tail.

He claimed to never do such a thing to his own offspring if the day ever were to come, despite how prideful he may be of his family.

The girl’s passive aggression broke down into cautious curiosity as the moments whisked by, and the movement of her sniffing brought hope to the young lad that she would not turn to flee. Her whine has his own chords nearly mimicking it as her eyes portray what pity she holds for him. Perhaps for his scars? He is not sure, but it is a good bet that they have provoked these emotions within her.

It is clear to him that she is foreign to the formal way of speech when her own voice is finally cast forth in a stammer. She seemed to dislike such a thing and although Blitz was very in tune with his instinctive side, he wishes to speak to the first female he has ever made contact with in his life. For the sake of not scaring her off, he buries these wishes and moves to communicate in the only way it seems she is comfortable with. His ears perk back upward, pressing as far forward as they can go, and his stance is relaxed as his tail rises to a comfortable position.

His neck is slightly arched as eagerness swells within him and he takes a tentative step forward as his tail wags slightly. He wishes to ease her worries and bring about a more sociable feeling.