Apologies. Was my howling too much...?

When you return, let's have ourselves a shared night.

That is true. I live in a platoon surrounded by dogfolk alike. Howling is common even in the dead of night... It brings them together, grounded to a reality we know all too well; war.

( In his hands are a bouquet of roses that seem to be wilting. From his maw, a sigh: It seems he got stood up today. )

( the roses are already showing signs of wilting. Without water, they are losing their vitality and fast. ) Ah, this is...

( He shifts his feet and holds his silence for a moment. There is an undeniable pang of hurt within his heart. ) I believe that they had something important come up... That's all.

( a heavy sigh leaves his mouth, unable to catch a break or get a say in anything. ) I will toss these flowers out and go on about my day. It appears that I was right about my previous hunch. I'm far past the age I should be finding someone .

( slowly brandishing a blade at the mention of such disrespect ! ) Please, direct me to where these cur are.

I cannot comprehend what it means to 'be looking'. What am I looking for?

>Tall >Strong (One man Army) >Fierce protector >Drinks in moderation >Can cook >Loyal >Can understand jokes, can't make one >Strategist/Intelligent >Reserved ( Is he not just perfect? )

I have a long lost son who has finally found my contact information? All he needs is 1500 lodestar beads to pay for transportation fees so he can reunite with me...?

( Sitting down, sharpening a knife. )

It is approaching spring... gerda would often sit outside, surrounded by the flowers she grew. sunflowers... they represented hope-- hope of fang canyon one day walking paw in paw. ... her wish came true, but she is not around to see it.

( His blade stands proud, glinting in the light. )

The dragon of end.... At that time, Sir Alk had to bid farewell to a long and lost friend. I wonder... do the stars hold where the dead go?