His neutral responses seemed to steadily ease her nerves. Perhaps she had been expecting him to react poorly, maybe with judgment or disgust? It made him all the more curious as to what exactly these creatures were like, but this was something he was content to accept that he would never fully understand.
The lightshow above them was pretty much forgotten by the boy, except in the way the colors occasionally played across Leotie's pale eyes and tan muzzle. He was watching her features carefully as he soaked in every word.
Everything she needed was provided? That just made it all the more odd. Why would these humans take on a burden like that? Wolves didn't even spoil their own children so much. At least, not any he knew. How crippling that must have been, to not have known what it was to hunt for yourself, much less to be unaware of the many unspoken laws of the wild, knowledge that of course Sven took for granted as he'd never considered the possibility of any other way of life for a wolf.
He wouldn't have guessed, from the way she'd hunted those rabbits, but she wasn't much older than him and he had to wonder how much time had been spent where for her.
When she claimed to have made her name her own, his ears leaned back. Sven had been raised by his father to be proud of the name Archer, because of what that belonged to, what it meant
he belonged
to. Was it possible, to make the name Archer
his? What even would that mean? His mind was spinning with it all, and finally he pulled his gaze away from her to regard the night sky once more. After a breadth of silence, he admitted some of his thoughts
"I have no idea who I'd be away from it all. Most of it... most of what, of who I thought showed me are gone. I feel like I know what I need to do, like I know who I should be, but I've been wondering lately. If that's really me, or if I'm stuck trying to be what I think I'm supposed to be according to everyone else."