03-12-2020, 07:25 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Spying a wolf Selby had never seen before exhaling green smoke, the newly made father was quickly put on edge. He took a head count of everyone around, slightly put at ease by the sight of Kiira, whom had become quite familiar to him. “Well, sir, there’s talk of a game,” he says neutrally, not wishing to start something when there was nothing to start.
Quentin made an appearance soon after, and raced to sit near him. The familiar ‘kuh’ of his breathing was concerning, but he supposed it was likely just some asthma he may or may not grow out of. He seemed healthy otherwise, unlike his sister. Selby wrapped a leg around him, pulling his son just a little closer as he considered his question. He didn’t want to discourage him from asking questions, but he thought it might be better to get the kit to introduce himself instead. “I’m not sure, Quentin,” he says quietly, his words for his son’s ears only. “I haven’t met him before. Could you ask his name for me? I’m sure you can handle it.”
Quentin made an appearance soon after, and raced to sit near him. The familiar ‘kuh’ of his breathing was concerning, but he supposed it was likely just some asthma he may or may not grow out of. He seemed healthy otherwise, unlike his sister. Selby wrapped a leg around him, pulling his son just a little closer as he considered his question. He didn’t want to discourage him from asking questions, but he thought it might be better to get the kit to introduce himself instead. “I’m not sure, Quentin,” he says quietly, his words for his son’s ears only. “I haven’t met him before. Could you ask his name for me? I’m sure you can handle it.”