He frowned at her comment, almost offended that she was unaware of the fact that he knew she was not being nice to him. Greer was used to wolves being rude and talking down to him — he grew up in Willow Ridge, where some of the most foul-mouthed and crude wolves lived. The boy knew rude and he was not affected by it. Being emotionally indifferent to those he encountered gave him an iron pelt; it would take a lot to get the shadow angry or upset.
To answer her questions he gave a short nod before allowing his voice to disrupt the air between them, his mercury gaze fixated on the silver wolf. “Greer know. Not care. Used to not nice.” A shrug rolled off his shoulders as the words left his tongue, his velvet ears falling back slightly as he studied the pale girl. She was an interesting creature, her spiteful words singing the air between them as her demeanour radiated with the same indifference that he possessed. Perhaps this was how Greer would have been if he had chosen to speak more and was angry all the time…
The girl spoke of her brother again, commenting that this ‘Wren’ was usually seen around Kyna. Perhaps her brother had joined Kyna wherever she had disappeared to? Again, he shrugged, a small frown unfolding across his maw. “Not know a Wren. Find Ky trail — maybe with Ky?” He suggested in attempt to steer the pale girl in the right direction. He did not care if the strange loner found her family or not but there was no harm in being ‘helpful’.