Trying his hardest not to become a creature of habit, and knowing full well just how bitter the winter would be out on the open tundra once it had them in its grasp the boy had taken a late afternoon stroll. It was far from intentional that he had begun to wander south, after all, no matter the relationship the rest of the pack held with the tree-huggers, he still was not a fan of their proximity and they would be lucky to even receive a civil greeting from the young Archer, no matter how @Wraith and @Piety might choose to deal with hostility when all was said and done. At the end of the day he was his mother's son, and his habits would not be changed so easily. So it was with some surprise that he noted the bleached antlers with a smirk, noting that at least one had been displaced, no doubt someone looking to sooth some anxiety with the simple act of chewing, though whether it had come from one of the neighbouring packs or a loner would never be known to the boy, not that he particularly cared anyway.

Instead, his attention was caught by a stranger. He tried to sample the air but found the breeze against him as he approached with some measure of caution, single eye narrowing with regard as he drew closer to the small pale thing that looked like she might near well break her neck if she craned it any further. A quick glance found little out of place, not even the dancing lights were out tonight and he had to wonder. "Yer don't seem dumb enough ter belong ter them, so what's the deal? Never seen th' sky before or somethin?" He remembered his trip to visit his Nonna with a slight shudder. Too many trees. It wasn't natural.

The boy smirked as she jumped, words tumbling from her mouth only putting him more at ease. Her apparent defensiveness was almost cute, but her bristle seemed to lack a lot of Kara's fire and bite. Her answer didn't exactly make a lot of sense, given that she was looking at the sky and the antlers were on the ground... did she think that maybe it was the nest of some great bird? As to the latter, he simply shrugged, "All the time, but th' view is better from th' Monadnock, an' in the morning when the sun comes up the stones sparkle." It was no big deal to him, he'd been born under one of those rocks and seen the sight a hundred times before, but it didn't make it any less impressive he supposed... to a stranger.

"There's a pack just down on the tree line, apparently we're gettin' on now, but it wasn't that way when my ma left. I dunno if she'd approve." He moved into the antler ring, bringing himself to a seat just a short distance from the stranger. "What about you? You're obviously not from around here." He allowed himself to glance up at the slowly awakening stars. Pretty he supposed if you had nothing better to look at. His head lowered once again to offer his companion a lopsided smile, waiting to hear what her answer might be.

No shit, well it sure was a refreshing change from the usual looks of disapproval he got for letting similar language fall from his own lips and he grinned, "Yeah, there's a bunch of big white stones on top and they're full of shiny goldy lines but it's easiest to spot them as the sun comes up." He was indirectly hinting that she should come and check them out, if only to get her further away from them and closer to the Monadnock. Small and quiet didn't suit the place where he had grown up, and he was sure with winter undoubtedly on the way that they could all be better off for working together but he also wanted to narcotize the Hey come home with me without first at least ascertaining that she wasn't an utter psychopath to his best knowledge. After all, there was Cyril and Everly to think of.

"The monadnock's like a mountain but it's flat on top and theres no trees so you can see further than you could walk in a week some days..." but of course he was being rude, and she called him on it wonderfully. "Oh I'm Odin," he allowed his tail to thump against the ground in a friendly enough manner. "An' these antlers 'ave been 'ere longer than I've been alive."

It was the line about where she was allowed to go that struck him as odd. From the day he and his sister were able to leave the den their mother was always nudging them just a little further, leaving them to their own devices for the most part and letting them go wherever they wanted (even if it meant they got caught in mudslides and almost trampled or drowned, or nearly fell to their deaths). She expected them to be capable, and so they had learned to be. She had taken them half way across the lore when they were just a few months old, teaching them how to navigate trees and rivers... the thought of ever being told there was somewhere that he could not go was foreign, even now. "None o' that carry on around these parts." He mentioned, puzzled expression only emphasizing just how foreign he found the concept. Sure there were borders that were to be respected, but if he wanted to be a little shit he knew he could still stroll straight across them. Problem was, he only had one eye left and quite like it where it was.

She introduced herself in turn and a lopsided smile answered as he tucked the name away for later. Then she was back onto the antlers and he realised that he had never really thought too hard about them. His shoulders heaved in a shrug, "I just always assumed they were here in the beginning." But now that he thought about it, that didn't make much sense either. He thought back to his short time in Torbine and all the wonders he had managed to see. "Lotsa people believe in a lotta different things. Maybe someone was tryin' to appease some god?" Oh but there was a way to make this a little more spooky. He lowered his voice, shuffling his body to inch closer to hers, "Maybe this is where they made their... sacrifices." The last word was punctuated with a prod of his nose and a short jump back, his tail waving playfully overhead. She was alright this Kip girl, and he was in no rush to get home.