Being nosey wasn’t really his style, even though he always had questions swimming around his head. The dark agouti preferred keeping to himself—which included keeping his thoughts tucked away. But, for whatever reason, he felt comfortable around the yellow-eyed stranger. Maybe it was because he was friends with Askan and Pumpkin Eyes. The boy was still apprehensive, of course, as he should be. Which was why he kept his tongue in check after his previous outburst, for he didn’t want to make the older wolf uncomfortable with an array of questions.

It’s okay. His tail wagged, his mismatched gaze falling onto the walking cloud. Mirroring the stranger’s goofy grin Sachiel listened, patiently, to his response. Best friends. Huh. His ears cupped forward, his interest peaking. The pale wolf appeared to be glowing as he mentioned his friends, radiating vibrant shades of yellow and white as a familiar name dropped off his tongue. Askan! He chirped, his tail wagging harder. I met him. He's the one that told me about your little group. Sachiel nodded to emphasize his point, the smile still pressed against his dark lips. What’s Reyes like? He was curious about the pale male’s other best friend, for he had not heard the name before.

Soft, smooth ivory and warm butterscotch. That was the walking cloud. There was nothing about the loner that made Sachiel feel uncomfortable, and he liked that. Clearly Askan had picked a good group of wolves to surround himself with.

He waited with patient eyes for the pale male to respond, his mismatched eyes not once wavering from his frame. A lot like Askan, huh? The left corner of his mouth curled upward in amusement. So that meant two Sir Grumpsalot’s to deal with… interesting. The duo couldn’t be all bad, otherwise they would not have a group of wolves following them around the northern woods. So he waited, his mismatched eyes wide as he slumped against the ground, his expression soft; encouraging.

Mean. Okay. Sachiel could deal with mean. Especially if it was only kinda mean and sometimes. That the agouti boy could handle. Especially since the pale wolf went on to describe them as strong and loyal. He did not mind that he was talking about the two of them—in fact the boy liked that they were a team. It made the group even more enticing.

His brows pinched together in concern at the next comment, a small frown appearing onto his dark lips. Someone had attacked the soft cloud? How was that even possible? The yellow-eyed dandelion was hardly threatening, in both appearance and demeanour. He sounds like a good wolf, the boy responded with a cheesy grin, his tail thumping against the ground. Have you known them long? The questions kept coming, spilling off his tongue without a second thought. 

The pale wolf before him claimed he had known the pair for almost a year, which was reassuring for the agouti boy. If he had stuck by them for that long clearly Askan and his friend weren’t bad company. Huh. Staying was becoming more appealing, but the boy was still undecided. There was a lot to explore north of these woods and part of him felt as though he had overstayed his welcome. If Askan was thinking of settling down here, and forging a pack, Sachiel didn’t want to cross any boundaries. Especially if he wasn’t sure whether he wanted to stay or not. You’ve been super helpful, he responded with a sweeping wag of his tail, a wide grin tugging at his lips, but I gotta get going. Need to explore a little more before I make up my mind. He gave the cloud a reassuring nod, his head tipping to the side. Unless you got somethin’ cool to show me? His grin turned cheeky, a flick of his nose motioning to their lush surroundings. There had to be something the boy hadn’t seen yet.