The thought to attack had certainly crossed his mind, but ultimately he didn’t feel like he could. Contrary to popular belief, he did have a conscious, and the boy hadn’t actually broken any rules. These weren’t Vayko’s lands… yet. Soon, he had faith that they would be, but he could not call them his own yet. He seemed relieved that Vayko had made that call too, which just boosted his ego just a little more. He enjoyed the thought of scaring the ever living shit out of wolves.
Riven. It was an odd name, but Vayko tried not to just based on a name. “Vayko.” He responded simply, his golden gaze staying on the boy hesitantly. “You from around here? Or did the two-leg creatures bring you here too?” He had to ask, because he was trying to get a sense of what kind of characters the two-legs were bringing in. Clearly, Valles, and that irritating wolf Annaliese, but who else?