- Dallas Wittore
--Species: Werewolf;;
--Current Form: Human;;
- Dallas tilted his head slightly, shifting his head to pick up better on her words. His hearing was great, if his head was tilted properly enough to fully pick up on the sounds. "Well at least I didn't end up getting you hurt. I don't pay a lot of attention." He nodded to her, and was going to speak further, but he paused and, soon after, looked down. "A wolf?" He asked, shifting around to kneel down. He wasn't from the zoo, he knew all of them. He was a stranger to Dallas, and he snarled slightly in a vague anger. He didn't know him, and thus he wasn't welcomed. But he caught a brief glance that hinted that Lilly did know him, and he tilted his head. "This is a friend of yours?" He asked her, glancing back to the black wolf. He shifted to stand upright, his features lightening somewhat as he acknowledged the non-hostility, but he still seemed bothered at the wolf's bark, and he tilted his head once more. "A dog? Hm. Big dog."





















