"Who's there upon the soil of the Thicket?"

Sure, it might have been a long time since he had seen another soul... but the lordly, overly formal tone rubbed him the wrong way. Maybe in another time, in another mindset, the red man would have laughed. But suddenly Kiche was very ashamed at his emotions, at his nudity. He felt disgusting and pitiful. Perhaps that was why he lashed out with an acidic snarl, "Me, you dumbass." Thunderous undertones from the clouds formed his punctuation. In an instant he snapped closed again, barricading himself against this callous world with hostility. Up rose his hackles, up rose his tail that was like a terrible, red flag of war.

And when from the depths of the flowers, appeared two amber eyes, his grimace deepened. Direct eye contact had always made him feel violently uncomfortable. Quickly, he whirled his head to the left, as if he didn't care to take in this new stranger that had appeared. Out of the corner of his smoldering eyes, though, Kiche did manage to see a wolf of grey and brown much smaller than him — though he was by no means small. For a moment, the towering ginger brute his stood there gazing off into the forest as the rain fell down. Though his sense of smell was poor for his kind, and though the rain dampened his abilities, he thought he could smell another on the breeze. Paranoia crawled up from his secret heart. Without warning, his attention snapped back to the first wolf, "Do you have friends hiding out there? Hmnn?" It was more of an accusation than a question. "Want to have some fun with the lonely stranger? Hmnnn?"

LOLmoodswings. Kiche is just a brat, ignore him xD

All of a sudden, formality was but a light switch that could be turned off. The abrupt shift threw him off balance, and the aggression in his stance began to fade. Suddenly Kiche was unsure of what was going on here.The name calling was childish, really. And as to why a lone wolf would have friends, well... Kiche blinked dumbly at the heathen —his old vernacular slipping quietly back into his thoughts— confused because he had never heard of any reasons a lone wolf couldn't have friends, or why they wouldn't. Although there was still much he didn't know about wolf culture, especially pack culture, he had never really understood a lot of this lone wolf prejudice that had been hinted at here and there. And... Friends are for sissies. Well then. Kiche wasn't really how to even deal with that statement. Bemusement erased all remnants of hostility in his posture. Looks like we've got a badass here.

But if this third wolf wasn't with Mr. Badass, here, then who was he? What was he doing here? Without a doubt, Mr. Badass was probably very intimating and tough in his own right —because he didn't have any friends, and was therefore decidedly not a "sissy"— ... but he was a known evil. The stranger lurking in the shadows was a much greater mystery, and therefore a much greater threat. Falling into a more defensive stance as he pondered this, the ginger man was unaware of Kamota and his flashbacks. His scarlet ears panned left and right subtly, listening for the stranger, waiting for his location to be given away by a broken twig or rustled leaves. Had the his friendless comrade not suddenly cut in with a vaguely contradictory, nonsensical accusation, Kiche probably would have heard the stranger come out of the bush and thus would not have jumped as he heard —

""Hello! My name's Ranon. It's a pleasure to meet both of you!"

"Pleasure?" he echoed with the tiniest smile stretched across his black lips, "That remains to be seen." His firebrand eyes drifted towards the nonsissy heathen, unsure of what to expect after his explosion. And the rain continued to fall.