It was evident that the sandy princess was different than the other wolves Greer often encountered. Whether it was nerves or her personality, he didn’t know; the girl had a quiet demeanor and wore a cautious expression. It was refreshing to come across someone who shared similar qualities and didn’t want to constantly stain the air with unwanted words. He observed her quietly, his mercury gaze hardened as he watched her reaction to his offhanded compliment. It was though the girl did not know how to react to the compliment and immediately became bashful—which amused the slender shadow. He was blunt and honest, traits that he couldn’t give up even if he tried.
An answer came from Kyna after a moment of silence, her thin voice breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen between them. She announced that she had sought out quiet, something that Greer could relate to. He nodded softly, as though he agreed with her reason, and cocked his head as she continued with her explanation. It seemed the two shared something in common—it made him like her even more. His lips remained drawn shut as his gaze fell from the tawny girl and fixated on her hidden den once more. “Kyna castle…” he commented softly, almost to himself, before the princess’ voice broke once more.
A smile worked its way onto his thin muzzle at her invitation and he nodded once more, his tail swaying in agreement. “Greer like that. Greer come visit..” he paused, his tongue heavy in his mouth before he uttered a promise to the mountain princess: “One day Greer show Ky forest. If Ky want.” Perhaps one day Greer would come looking for the Plateau and seeking acceptance among the mountain wolves… that was, if the pack was suited for him. There were still more lurking around Relic Lore that Greer wanted to learn about before making a decision on where to start the next chapter of his life.
“Greer like quiet. Always alone… Greer like shadows and trees… they quiet. Not like wolves. Wolves loud.” Another nod, another pause; he offered the girl a half-smile as he shuffled his forepaws, his stone gaze falling into her face once more. “Ky pick good spot.” The shadow had a habit of shortening names, or giving others nicknames (whether they wanted one or not). Since the prince rarely asked for the names of those he encountered, he often gave them names. Or, when they did, he would immediately shorten it. With his fragmented speech, the shortened names made it easier for Greer to spit out. Since he didn’t like speaking, it was ideal to get as little words out as possible.