Hairwolf couldn’t argue with the stranger’s logic.
“Sure am dressed, dude, dressed and ready to take on the world, y’know. Or at least find some decent kibble, man I am staaaarving.”
He grinned, his entire face lighting up with the goofy expression. Mikey had no idea who the boil was, but giving him a sniff in return, he decided that he was okay, despite his conservative manner of garb. He stuck out his hand towards Frost, offering a handshake.
“Canine, huh? Well, I guess that would be me, dog,” he drawled. “Are there many of us running about?”