The thunderstorm didn't seem to be letting up as I had expected, instead it was getting worse. My ears flattened against my skull in annoyance-- I wasn't afraid of storms, but I certainly didn't want to be out in one. Water droplets still dripped from my black and white fur and I huffed. This was definitely not an optimal situation, I'd have to take the time later to clean myself up before I further scouted out these lands. I needed to have a grasp on my surroundings after all, and though this place didn't look like much right now, the faint scent of wolves who had come and gone spoke otherwise. A flash of white light followed by a loud clap of thunder made me glance up at the sky, my fiery eyes decidedly unimpressed by Mother Nature's overcompensating.
A short bark caught my attention and I glanced towards the source of the sound. Another stood outside, smaller and younger than I, a female. Looking rather pitiful standing there, sopping wet in the rain. She looked scared too, like the storm had really shaken her up. The words were spoken and they sounded timid, almost, and I offered her a small smile to hopefully soothe her nerves. I scooted over a bit, nodding towards the spot next to me. "Yeah, can't leave you out there in the rain. Make yourself at home, chica." I said, my fierce eyes settling upon her in a curious manner. So I had met my first... native? She seemed similar to the wolves who had lived at my old home and subconsciously I was put at ease by this.
She was younger than me by a bit, a child still, even. Took me away from my flirtatious socialization to my more chivalrous one. I never had much to do with kids, except for maybe when I was one. She wasn't a little kid at least, so that was a good thing. I looked back out at the rain that still showed no signs of slowing down, and figured I should start with the polite conversation. "I'm Vincent, Vincent Vega. Y' can call me Vincent, though." I looked away from the rain and back to the girl sitting beside me. "What can I call you?"
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