A toothy grin peered out from under his coffee lips as amusement passed through his eyes once again. Couldn't trust anyone, eh? Ah yes, Nathaniel was the wolf who made certain that others knew this fact. Fallen Tree Cove thus far had been protected from his ways by the presence of his siblings. Around them, he had always acted properly. Around them, he was utterly normal. Yet during those years that he had chased after them, all the sidetracking he had done, the man had finally been able to find himself. At least, that was what he thought. Nathaniel, even at the age of five, had yet to fully figure himself out, simply due to the fact that he had yet to find a truly kindred spirit. As it was, he found himself very untrustworthy to all but Anthem and Angele. It wasn't a malicious facet, not by any means. He simply could not find it in himself to be genuine, to truly feel as others felt. To entertain himself, to give them what they wanted, he feigned it all, from loyalty to bravery to intimacy. And then he moved on, and then they knew. You could be fond to think that you had a wolf pinned, but you could never be certain.
"Maybe they're letting you make what you want of your life," he contributed with an easy roll of his shoulders. It was in no way a defense of the fugleman and his wife. Despite the patches he owed to Namid for allowing him stay with his siblings, he had yet to learn enough of the woman to give her such loyalty, and Vespertio was an utter stranger. No, he cared not what was thought of the monarchs, but he found he did care about what was going on within the woman before him.
"You dislike other wolves because they dislike you. Sounds like a vicious little cycle you've got going on, and yet you're not even close to scaring me off." Did she want to? Surely didn't seem that way, given how she actually held the conversation rather than being curt with him, and how she had put in the effort to make herself comfortable as well. This pleased Nathaniel, warmed his tiny little heart a bit even. For he was enjoying this. A soft 'heh' left him, before he tagged on, "Do you think you could ever trust me?"