The base of the peculiar tree with a bunch of drooping branches for its pinnacle stood ahead of them and Fen was quick to check and double-check that the tree was the right one that served as a sort of invisible fence post. "Good," he uttered before turning around to face the ivory girl. She had pointed with her nose the way she had come, so why wouldn't she be able to find her way back home if she knew which direction to go? It didn't make sense to him.

He was about ready to say something like 'off you go' or 'see you later' when she randomly brought up a familiar name. "How... How do you know my uncle?" he questioned with the tilt of his head, absolutely interested her all of a sudden. "And, why?" As far as Fenru was concerned, a number of wolves would know about his father and uncle, but her? Something rather odd must have happened for them to meet.

i wanna wake up kicking, and screaming. i wanna know that my heart's still beating. i'm bleeding..

The boy wrinkled his nose quietly, listening attentively as she revealed that she had known about his uncle's new pack. Then about how her mother and Uncle Ruiko were friends. Hmm."Wellllll," he dragged the last word out, hesitant for a second to extend his congeniality to her. "I guesssss... I guess that could make us friends of some sort then? If... If your mom and my uncle are friends?"

It felt weird. After having known Kisla as the only female his age, acquainting himself with this girl was just something else. It shouldn't have felt odd but it did. But, if Swift River and Copper Rock Creek were allies in a sense then why not Swift River and... Grizzly Hollow? Having her shove him face first into the snow would have to be pardoned then if she agreed he guessed he wouldn't have to be so standoffish around her. "I'm... Fenru," he then proffered. Then, as if he had forgotten to answer her question, he stated, "And, my uncle did establish his pack. Somewhere far north o' here."

i wanna wake up kicking, and screaming. i wanna know that my heart's still beating. i'm bleeding.

The girl seemed to stumble over her words but Fenru's mouth lifted up slightly in an attempt to smile. It was almost as if he could try harder to make the conversation between them less... awkward. "I mean we don't have to be friends. You don' have ta like me," she finally said. Fenru's nose wrinkled briefly. "Oh," he sounded, but he was quick to recover from her downfall of a statement. "Nice to meet you, Lettie." he had wanted to say. She interjected that she had to be on her way and the boy simply nodded. "'Kay," he called after her. "Well... bye!" He stared after her until her fur blended in with the snow that remained on the forest floor and he was no longer able to pick her out. Out of habit he placed his nose to where she had stood only moments before. Her scent was earthy, not unlike the scent of cedar bark and pine cones and the damp earth that laid undisturbed underneath a bed of dead evergreen needles, but definitely distinguishable among the aroma of his family and the territory the Tainn's called home. He would have to commit the strange perfume to memory he decided with a tilt of his head and a throaty snort. Perhaps one day they'd run into one another again and this day would simply be a memory of how Fenru Tainn had once tried and failed to grasp the concept of a "crush."