(Yes, thank you.)
Quinton Jasevelle
Quinton kept his head down as he moved through the rain, continuing towards the houses. He paused at the first one he came to. All of the lights seemed to be off, but he couldn't judge whether that was because the human inside was sleeping or gone. His dark pelt mostly shielded him from view as he cautiously approached. The large black wolf made his way onto the house's back porch, where he shook his pelt out once more, water flying everywhere. While it certainly wasn't a permanent solution to the rain, it was good for the moment.










