Ghost Lion Crag youngblood

Tit was tired, and he didn't know where he was. All that he could think about was hitting the hay. When he finally slunk his way towards a decent looking area that didn't require an hour of prep and digging, he was caught by surprise when there was already a person standing there. They didn't seem keen on sleep - rather, the stranger had their eyes on Titmouse, and the boy was too tired and weather-worn to know what to do. He sized up the stranger as quickly as he could (which wasn't quickly at all). While their posture was positive, the boy's mental state was something else. Tit stopped his advance and just stood there, stiff-legged and awkward, his ears fanning back and away from his face to signal an undeniable indecision. 

Uh, hi, croaked his irregular voice with its infrequent teenage pitch.