Keigo

The soft, rhythmic beat of wings signal the approach of a young male wolf, on his back sits a white tailed hawk. "Oh, hello! You seem to have traveled a bit too far." The fox colored wolf calls in a friendly manner. "Lucky you ran into me and not Striker. He's about as friendly as a rattlesnake to strangers. I'm Keigo." His dark patches of fur allow him to blend in with the darkness from the night before, completely countering the flickering sun rays of dawn that seem to move like fire across the natural redness of his pelt. "I'll help you find your way back. We can have a little fun along the way if you'd like." He tilts his head in an inviting way, the hawk perched on his back however adds a protective uneasiness to the air. Deadly talons cling gently to the wolf under him, ready to defend at any moment. Maybe it's best to accept the offer and move on.