He didn’t really care about anything else that the dark stranger (or Askan) had to say. The boy was upset that his friend had passed away in his absence but nothing he could do, or say, would bring her back. He knew that. She had been sick—very sick—and her death had been inevitable. It, for a better lack of words, was super shitty, but it… it was whatever. He’d get over it, eventually. It was just a lot of information to process. Especially from a wolf he didn’t even know—one that Askan didn’t seem very fond of, either. His leader, however, was being rather hospitable to the stranger, which had taken the boy by surprise. His mismatched gaze landed on the Edge Lord for a moment, his expression softening, before he returned to the dark wolf before them.
This time the wolf addressed him, asking if he was ’alright’ and then requesting the boy’s name. A frown creased his dark features, his dark-tipped tail flicking absently behind him. Yeah, he muttered hastily in response, his ears twitching in irritation, m’fine. But he did not give his name. What was the point? He didn’t plan on seeing this wolf again—not if he was returning to the Vale, or wherever the group that lived amongst the orange trees were heading. I’m sorry for interrupting, he added as he turned back to his leader, his ears swept back against his skull. I’ll see you back at the dens? He took a step away from his leader, waiting to be properly dismissed before disappearing back into the trees.