Casimir waited anxiously as Poppy called out with her strange, dof-dog- voice. It wasn't a bad sound, it was just...different, that was all. Casimir began to tap his tailtip oh-so-softly on the snow as he sat, attempting to comfort himself with rhytmns, much like his mother did. He could exactly mimic her heartbeat, it's rhythmn. It was one of the few things that kept him stable these days. After getting lost from Xahi in that storm, everything had become so much harder. He had been alone, and, to keep himself above water, his mother's heartbeat had been his song, his guidance.
   
  That was what he needed now, in this moment, waiting for a new beginning to come. The boy knew very well that this could go two ways: He could be shooed from this land, once again thrown out on his ass to wander the wilds until he came across a new pack, or could find his family. Or, Casimir could be accepted into this pack, with another family, a tight-bound collection of souls on a territory challenging themselves to survive amongst one another...to live amongst one another.

Both thoughts were fucking terrifying.

Casimir blinked, wondering if perhaps the woman would know his mother. "Her name was Ezimette, she followed a woman named Asterr in Ryujin, as she told me." His whole body grew warm just thinking back to all of his mother's tales. The boy's mother had never mentioned a woman named Valette, but anything was possible; maybe she did know her?

Casimir's heart glowed as Valette spoke of family. Family is what Casimir lived for, in reality, so being part of a pack that valued it would be great for him. "Oh yes, very interested indeed. I came here to find a pack of my own." As for trades, Casimir believed Ezimette had mentioned something of them once. "Well, I do not know exactly the names of what you speak of, but I have an idea of what you mean, I think. My mother began to teach me some basics in healing, if that would be helpful? Oh, and I hunt. Well, I mean, I pride myself on my skill in hunting." The young one hoped that his skills would give him some footing when it came to recruitment, as he was unsure exactly what the pack was in need of.

Casimir's heart felt the slightest bit pricked with disappointment over the fact that the woman was not acquainted with his mother. Alas, he was not living in a fairytale, and so it should not have surprised him in the slightest. Before he could drift, the boy's attention was caught by the dark woman inquiring more of him.

"I'm quite new to it. Just after my mother  began to teach me the basics, tending to minor wounds and such, well...she died. However, her passion for helping others really motivates me to learn more when I have the chance. My life has been quite volatile lately,"the boy said with a soft laugh,"so I have not had a lot of time to continue my studies. My hope is that when I have the stability of a pack I will be able to continue researching in healing. As for prey, I'm quite good with deer. I'm fast, which aids me great in hunting them. I could use some work in honing this, though" The boy wondered silently to himself what type of prey roamed around these parts.

      "Yes," The young boy began,"I'd been navigating for quite some time and Poppy was kind enough to lead me here, she told me that she lives here with you wolves." Casimir gave a curious glance back at the dog, wondering just what the story behind that was. Was it culturally common for wolves to adopt these dog creatures into their packs? Ezimette had never mentioned a dog...Oh! She had mentioned a little bobtailed red outcast wihtout a sense of smell! Perhaps customs were to adopt outcasts, creatures who couldn't care for themselves. Casimir would definitely have to ask more about this in the future.