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As Crimson Wolf enters The Retreat, none to his surprise it is filled with people, unlike himself. Unsure of how they would react to his furry appearance, he didn't bring conversation to the others, in case whom he approaches gets set back very much by it.
He casually walked over to one of the large couches, and sat down at the near end of it, while being careful not to sit on his tail, which he now has to the side, across the arm rest, so it doesn't take up the seat to the other side of him.
Noticing a woman with black hair, tied in a ponytail by a white ribbon, staring at a picture with her attention undivided, he wondered as to what she found so interesting about that picture on wall, but he continued to just relax on the couch, and listened in on some of the conversations currently going on, not knowing if or who might approach him to converse.
He casually walked over to one of the large couches, and sat down at the near end of it, while being careful not to sit on his tail, which he now has to the side, across the arm rest, so it doesn't take up the seat to the other side of him.
Noticing a woman with black hair, tied in a ponytail by a white ribbon, staring at a picture with her attention undivided, he wondered as to what she found so interesting about that picture on wall, but he continued to just relax on the couch, and listened in on some of the conversations currently going on, not knowing if or who might approach him to converse.