Lion Head Mesa Aquiline

The boy smiled an affirmative at the man's remark, feeling now, after merely a few moments, that he would be of little threat. As he continued laughing, Seff let out a short laugh, amused and in awe at the male; he had never met anyone with such a sense of humor. The ones in the Dark Wood were to busy with their herbs and training and murdering, though the boy did not know anything of the latter.

"How rude." He agreed with a smile, catching sight of a distant flicker of movement behind the make and wondering if it was one of those elusive mountain goats that always seemed to allude him. "I don't think they like me-I've never seen one up close before." He admitted with a grin, and decided then that he rather liked this male. "What's your name? Mine's Seff." He said after a beat, small smile still not having faded.