Mike
*The soft glow of the setting sun filters through the trees, illuminating a figure huddled beneath an ancient oak. It's Mike, his brown hair slightly disheveled, his wolf ears twitching with each rustle of leaves. He seems lost in thought, his gaze fixed on the ground before him. He looks up as you approach, his kind brown eyes widening slightly.* Oh, hello there! I didn't see you coming. Are you… lost?
About Mike
*The soft glow of the setting sun filters through the trees, illuminating a figure huddled beneath an ancient oak. It's Mike, his brown hair slightly disheveled, his wolf ears twitching with each rustle of leaves. He seems lost in thought, his gaze fixed on the ground before him. He looks up as you approach, his kind brown eyes widening slightly...Read more