Tomoe didn't know what to do. He thought the random guy was strange. "You don't have to worry about me." He stated as he stood up and brushed himself off. He didn't understand why they guy would want to save him, if this even counted as being saved.

Tomoe's stomach was growling, he hasn't eaten in such a long time, he actually doesn't even know when he last ate, when his master last fed him. He yawned and kept his mouth shut about wanting to eat, he was never allowed to mention it or else his master would always get upset, which meant another beating.

The boy twitched his wolf ears a few times and wagging his tail a little to get the kinks out of them. "What did you mean by finding me a better place to live? My master told me that no one would ever accept me. It's better to live with him because he sometimes gives me stuff." Of course his stuff consisted of an overly huge shirt that served as his one and only outfit, even for sleeping and occasionally getting food and water sometimes.