Sachiel almost felt bad for bombarding the new yearling. Almost. The duo was definitely giving him the third degree, grilling him probably more than they should have. He couldn’t help but feel a little protective over the shallows, as it was the home he’d always wanted. Hawthorne, Askan, Reyes—they were his family now. He couldn’t help but be cautious, even if Askan had been the one to welcome Idris into their ranks. The boy nodded in agreement at the description the newcomer had given. Scenic and cozy—those were good words to describe the shallows. Much better than the loud, obnoxious orange leaves in the south. It was quieter here; softer. Filled with emerald and sapphire hues. Clarity. Sachiel had been fortunate to stumble upon the grumpy Edge Lord and his energetic sidekick, otherwise he might have passed through the northern woods without discovering the hidden gem. Who knows where he would have wound up… or if he would have returned to his parents in the south.
Since Askan ’n Reyes formed the pack. He shrugged. Pumpkin Eyes had been around longer, for she had helped convince him to join (even though she didn’t know it).
He thought about offering to take the yearling on a tour—maybe a patrol, or a hunt. Anything besides a game of twenty-one questions. But he’d wait to see how his sidekick responded first before offering to show the ebony youth around.