7/14/2025, 12:59 AM
Cyrus continued on his path of misery, following the scent of someone quite peculiar. He caught sight of them finally, rain hitting them with soft patters as it slowly starting to kick up. There was a faint far away look to their eyes, as if they were lost. A woof escaped his lips before he could stop it. It was now or never, he had to help them. It was his nature. The golden wolf kept on going, opening his mouth to call out again.
Hey, are you alright? Do you need a place to stay?He waited to hear a response, but kept on going. Maybe they wouldn't bite him if he tried to show some hospitality. But he would remain on guard while approaching none the less.