Puppy ears twitched at the sound of an approaching stranger. At first Avtandil’s teeth bared in personal displeasure. Clearly the fates would not allow the poor boy to revel in peace and solitude. At least this distraction was one who was his own age, and seemed fairly personable really. The stranger was curious to Avtandil, he seemed immediately friendly and personable. The seeming outgoing nature of the other pup took Avtandil by surprise. Having grown up in a family where ‘outgoing’ was not a trait any of them sported, he was unsure about how to respond. He supposed being polite would be the better of paths. He understood that sometimes saying the wrong thing could start a fight. Indeed, the last encounter he had with a stranger had made him angry, he wished to avoid picking up that negativity with this boy. It seemed like too nice of a day, too beautiful of a spot, too peaceful of an air to destroy it with harshness.

Diveen? Dark head lifted in curiosity and tilted to the side, slate eyes looking over the other boy to rest carefully on Mihr’s pink ones. I am Avtandil, of Iromar. His gaze left him to look around the cavern they were in. What brings you to this place? He ignored the fact the same question could have been posed to him, possibly more importantly considering Avtandil’s young age. It made sense to the pup. His home bordered the Common land, Diveen was a distant world, one he knew Iromar was slowly starting to work on relations with. His tail wagged once, hidden under his body. Here was an opportunity for him to help these relations.