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"Hi" came the deep, simple and rusty voice from the canine mouth of Lobo, staring at Quentin with his bright red eyes beneath the black hood of his poncho. He grinned, teeth flashing slightly while the wind brushed ghostly through his white fur.
He just found Quentin in the bar of Mount Ormond, leaning in the doorway, slightly leaned forward interested in the other one.
"May you want some company of the old wolf I am? I won't bite... probably." He asked with a vibrating voice.
The teenager looks in the direct on where the voice was heard. He slightly tilt his head.
"I dont mind if you join, if you bite I'll bite back bud" it chuckled. Looking into the fellows red eyes, "So where did you come from?"