"Uh huh."

Askan still didn't really understand what a dog, human or Chihuahua was, nor did he ever think he would. They were just strange words, for all he knew she'd made them up just to mess with him. He wouldn't put it past her, she seemed to be quite mischievous. There was that one time he saw a very loud, strange looking bird in the sky, but other than that he'd never seen anything he couldn't put a name to. If she was telling the truth then Cas surely had led a very interesting life so far, he was almost envious. Almost. He was certain that a life like that had to be tough and full of strife. And seeing how Askan had dealt with his rather minor problems- they weren't minor to him- well, perhaps it was for the best.

"Oh... I see."Askan had a hard time keeping the disappointment out of his voice. It was stupid of him really, what were the chances?

But then she went onto explain that she hadn't actually been around a lot of wolves. What sort of past did she have then? He had a feeling that saying it was unconventional was putting it lightly. Almost suspiciously so.

Moving on, the Yukon wolf listened as she introduced herself. He didn't recognise her name, but that wasn't surprising as she wasn't from his homeland. Oh well, it couldn't be helped. It wasn't anything to get upset about, especially not in front of her, or anyone for that matter. Things like that were best left alone, shoved to the back of his mind where he could ignore it for as long as he could. Askan cleared his throat as he watched her settle down onto the floor. Her movements were stiff, almost pained but she was making an effort to conceal it. Was she hurt? Askan didn't see any physical wounds on her and she wasn't all that skinny. So what was it then?

"What's wrong with you?" He asked, in his usual gruff tone.

It was obvious to Askan and for a moment he had feared that it was contagious. But according to Cas, his fears were unfounded, he was safe from whatever disease or sickness she carried in her blood. He almost felt bad for regarding her in such a clinical fashion, but she didn't seem all that bothered by it, so surely it couldn't be that bad. It meant that he had nothing to apologise for, not that he wanted to or anything like that. If she was sick though, would anyone want to take her in? Sure, she said it wasn't contagious but did that mean she would get better in time, or would she get progressively worse?

If the latter was the case than surely she'd become a burden and in times like this, when it was so cold and prey was scarce could anyone truly afford to be a carer for someone they barely even knew? Not to sound cruel, but if it were up to him he wouldn't allow her into his pack- if he had one. As tactless as he could be, even Askan knew better to say that aloud. That meant that he didn't know what to say though, what was he supposed to do in this sort of situation? He had no idea.

The seconds dragged on and Askan was still unsure. It seemed like a waste of time to him, so instead he went about responding to her first question. A topic he was more willing to approach.

"We're an old clan to the north, in Yukon. We go back at least eight generations. Greatest pack in all of Yukon. Proud and dignified. My granddad let it slip though, got greedy, was weak. Neighbouring packs took advantage of that, started taking our land, hunting our prey and you know what he did about it? Shit all. The Selwyns were dying, starving, or just outright leaving and he didn't do a thing. So my dad got tired of him, and his brothers, cast him out. Took his name from him and started to retake what they'd lost. Took years but he did it, now the Selwyn name means something. It matters." He finished, his head held high and fiery passion burning in his eyes.

Askan had to agree with Castel there. He'd never met his Grandfather, but from the way things sounded he felt as though he wasn't missing out on much. The man had been a failure, in every sense of the word. So whilst Askan usually wouldn't have taken kindly to someone insulting a member of his family, this time he did not. He agreed with her. He wasn't even a Selwyn anymore anyway, for all the good it did they were insulting a nameless stranger. One who was likely dead by now, and good riddance too.

The Yukon wolf nodded firmly, but then his expression softened just so as she went onto explain that she hoped to do the same. She hoped to make the Noor name a meaningful one as well. He knew that it would be an uphill battle, considering her....condition but the fact she wanted to fight it nonetheless was honourable. Askan by no means was an empathetic individual, he rarely made the effort to step into someone elses shoes, but seeing as their names were a cause of concern for them both well.... He sort of got it, maybe.

"You probably won't make it..."He wasn't being mean, just a realist. "But it'd be nice if you did. Legacy is important. Do your ancestors proud. Make good use of what time you have left. Bye."

And with that, Askan turned from her, his curiosity sated for now. He had found out why she had been making such a racket, and it had been simply because she could. Because she had the choice and freedom to. Was Askan as free as her? He wondered, as he made his way back to the field. Could a pack wolf truly claim they were free? It was a curious notion. In all honesty, Askan felt as though he was. He chose to follow his alphas, he chose to come to Relic Lore. No one had forced him, or was making him stay. His decision to become a Rye wolf his his expression of freedom.