He was not expecting the whole bush to move, and when it did he felt that...that fear that cripples him. It shoots through his body like electricity and freezes him up. He knows that bushes and flowers do not move. He knows that bees...probably can’t do that either, he doesn’t really know. His white ears fall flat and he looks downward, getting pollen in his nose.

His eyes come in contact with another- another wolf. Her eyes were a bright purple, and his own eyes held a very similar purple but instead of touches of green and in one eye...and haunting red. He could barely seem them through the foliage but he knew they were eyes- he knew it. He gulps, muzzle moving back and forth nervously as he looks around in a panic. But there is something different about her. She seemed almost as scared as him at first, but perhaps recovering quite quickly. Perhaps he had startled her.

Her voice snaps him back to her- a soft, ragged but friendly voice of hello. He lifts up a white paw to his white chest- touched with the heart shaped red. He lowers his head slightly to get a better view. She asked who he was and...and he noticed...he noticed that she stuttered a bit. Just like him. He had never encountered anyone else do this before, and immediately his eyes grew a little bit wider and his ears perked slightly. He lowered his head even more, though he still found that his tail sit between his legs and he trembled slightly.

”H-h-hello,” he said nervously licking his black nose. The pollen made him wiggle his nose, and pull back slightly. Oh...no he had the urge, his nose wiggling. He his pulls back as he breathes in heavily, and then sneezes a gigantic sneeze. He hurls himself backwards onto his butt with his own force, shaking his head before shyly looking back towards the other wolf. He hoped that he was not in trouble for getting too close.

”L-Lazarus,” he said in reply. ”W-w-ho are you, and...w-w-ere you s-sleeping?” he asked, concerned that he may have disturbed her. It would seem like a nice spot to lay though...instead of the cold confines of a den.