He had left his companion (@Phoenix) back in a safe place. A makeshift den by a bare tree was where he told her to relax. Her wounds were awful anymore but she wasn't in prime condition either. Neither of them was. All he had said was a quick "Be back in a bit" as he took off into the evening light. A cold drizzle falling from the sky leaving his scruffy fur damp. Hopefully, she'd be able to keep herself warm until he got back.

Shuffling around the area he wasn't sure what he'd gotten himself exactly into. She needed help and he needed something. The dark male was still trying to figure out what that something was. It left him with this awkward feeling at night but he thought nothing strange of it anymore. That feeling had been there since he was a little boy and it probably wouldn't fade until he was dead.

With a small rumble he found somewhere to sit down. His head tilted to look at the sky littered with rain clouds. Some darker than others. BoJack was really hoping he wouldn't have to deal with a storm. That's how he had ended up with the kid he currently had. She wasn't really much of a kid but she also wasn't a proper lady.

He hadn't been focusing. His colorless eyes focused on the sky too much to be looking around for trouble. Yet when a voice called out to you, you didn't simply ignore it. He never ignored attention anyway. Good or bad.

"Yeah, I guess so." He chuffed as he lowered his head to see who he was speaking to. "Could also say it's a little chilly to be going for a stroll in the evening." BoJack offered a rough smile as he admired her. Her colors were so much lighter than his. She matched the snow in ways he didn't. He was like a muddle puddle and she was something much cleaner. Already the dark male wanted her approval. To keep her around as long as he could. That was unrealistic, though. He had some beat up wolf waiting on him already. He couldn't become a collector of them even if he so desperately wanted to.

The dark man slowly raised to his paws. "Name's BoJack." He spoke smoothly in hopes she'd offer her own name in return. She seemed kind enough already. He had nothing but high hopes for a good interaction. BoJack promised himself to be on his best behavior since he was in the presence of an actual woman. A rather stunning one at that.

The closer she got the more he could realize the little details about her. The scars that littered her body in an unimaginable way. He bit his tongue to keep from asking what the hell happened. Maybe he would later on. He didn't even have a name for this female yet.

His large ears perked as she addressed him. BoJack quickly decided that his name sounded good coming from her. His ego was fueled when she told him that was a nice name. Damn right it was! He was the BoJack. A one in a million kind of guy. Some liked to argue if that was exactly a good or bad thing, though. "I do believe the pleasure is all mine." A smirk teased along his lips. "Beautiful name, @Asha. Rather fitting if I do say so." BoJack was flirting the best he could without running the doll off. He knew he could be real straightforward but she seemed a little more formal than that. Truth be told, BoJack wasn't looking to work hard for some eye candy he could keep around. God knew there were a million other females to pick from.

"So what's brought you out here? Love, fame, greed?" He eyed her over briefly. His head was filled with a million thoughts about what she could be doing. Perhaps she was already shackled to some male, but as far as his nose could tell, she was rather free game. "If we're being honest I want a bit of it all." He shrugged nonchalant to make it seem like he didn't care when in fact he was bubbling inside with emotions.

BoJack was partially annoyed. She wasn't like the girls who took his compliments then swung straight into his life (truthfully that never happened, he just always wished it did). She just gave him some kind of curt thank you. He raised a brow and continued to watch her. At least she made herself comfortable, he thought.

If it was possible, his eyebrow lifted a little higher. None? Jeeze sounded a little boring. "Oh, alright." He chuffed slightly and rolled his eyes once she looked to the sky. "I'm here for a lot of reasons but nothing important." BoJack laid down on the slush beneath them with a soft grunt. It wasn't ideal but it was better than rough rocks or cold dirt at least. He wondered if the young girl he left at the tree was feeling alright. She didn't have a name yet and he was confused on what to call her. He would have to figure that out soon.

"Well, do you at least have an idea of where you're going or what you're gonna do next?" He asked a bit less smooth than originally. Maybe she could give him some sort of direction on where to go to get help. Or maybe she would end up being some kind of help. One could dream.

"Just needed to get away. You know?"

"I do know. Extremely well." Wasn't that why he was here right now? He needed to get away from the last place he had been. He needed to just get away from everything. Every day he felt that, actually. But would he ever admit more than that he was just familiar with that feeling? Not at all.

BoJack had been wrapped up in his own pity party that he almost forgot about her until she apologized. No one ever apologized to him. His ears leaned forward to hear what she would say. "Then lie to me." He said with a smirk. "Just tell me some great ideas about your wildest desires for the future. Make me believe." His silver eyes looked to the colorless girl. Did she know how the world worked? You either fantasized about fame, lied about fame, or you were famous. It appeared she didn't do any of those things. Perhaps his hopes of some grand interaction were being washed away with the cold drizzle and darkening sky.

"It's getting dark." He noted like it was important. "What're you gonna do?" His eyes flicked back to the sky wondering if she'd take his advice this time around.