(Ah, okie! Take your time responding x3 and I hope it goes well)
He’d drink with her, letting out a pleased “hmm” at the same time. At her suggestion, he nods and follows her over, meanwhile looking at the mead semi-closely and sniffing it a bit. He pulls out a chair and sits over to one side of it. After a sip, he responds, “I come from the north, but I couldn’t tell you how far. My fur used to be a lot brighter…” He trails off, leaning back and observing his fur. He looks like a wolf you’d see in more temperate climates, based on the grey. His hands are a bit darker and end with retractable claws.
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