This wolf was an odd one and I can’t stop thinking it. Why did I have to be the one to deal with him? I was having a nice, lazy day, and now I am stuck in weirdness. Ah well. I will have a mud bath later and perhaps do some sun bathing. I will need it after this. He mentions he might be an alpha one day and I simply shrug in reaction.

He mentions this land being cursed after all the death. I am not sure if that is the case, but it sure had a streak of bad luck. I think things are looking up now, and I don’t think there are any more deaths planned by Pine. I guess this guy can think whatever he wants though. I can say whatever and he will think whatever he wishes.

”Ah I guess if you want to view it that way, but ya know, curses are not like...real and stuff, right?” I say, at least...I am pretty sure they are not real. But his reactions just keep getting stranger when I ask about the puppies, saying very funny, and I tilt my head. I let my green and blue eyes look around for a second- not a pup in sight. I thought my senses were a bit better than that, but maybe I am missing something. Yeah, this gets ever weirder when he gets offended at me calling him dude. Now, according to the Azariah dictionary, dude can be used with anyone and anything. Regardless, this guy says I should call him Kyra, or Princess, and that he is not a guy. I mean, yeah he talks a little funny but everyone is different, but not a guy? Perhaps I am ignorant here, but he has a ding dong between his legs. I open my mouth, my eyes diverting to his...extra junk. I lift up my right front paw, and motion to point at it.

”Oh uh, I mean, Princess Kyra, I mean, you can call yourself whatever I don’t care but, don’t you got a pair and a uh….donger? Right there? I mean….uh, it is cool and all but...you got one...right...there,” I say with the most awkward of smiles, pointing very directly at his junk now. I simply want to understand as this is currently going against the general social norm I was raised with, but maybe I am missing something here.

We were at the border now since it was not far, and she followed me nicely, explaining who she wanted to make proud and stuff. I reach over with a back paw and scratch my ear, my tongue hanging out before I respond.

”Ah well, I think I am a decently important wolf here, you can tell this Inannia or whatever that you met me, and I gave you all this info, and now you know all this stuff and that you did a good job, yeah?” I say with a more natural, less awkward smile with my tail lifted into a wag behind me.

”Oh you are at the border now, you will be fine, I promise, just be careful next time, ya? Wouldn’t want you getting hurt or running into someone mean,” I say with a nod, hoping she found this whole experience...satisfactory enough, and I hope no one saw how probably not the best I handled the situation. Am I supposed to chase her off with teeth and stuff? I prefer talking, I guess.