{Two Years Old - Omega - Brute - Solar Moon - Mettam}
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The wind suddenly changed direction, and a chill sent shivers all over the young dog's skin. Whips of grass blades swirled in the air and some smaller pieces of debris locked themselves into Mettam's fur. The irritation caused a flurry of fur to puff into the air as Mett shook his coat. As he looked up, he noticed the pastel, off-white figure approaching him. Mettam tucked his tail underneath his back end. He knew that in Solar Moon, he did not have to act submissive towards his superiors but it was a force of habit; perhaps he was just being cautious. However, he did feel some element of safety being around this fae, even if she was known for her clumsiness. 'H... Hello Moon,' he said, looking at his feet. 'how are you this morning?' his ears twitched and his eyes looked up despite his muzzle pointing downwards.








