The lanky boy, who'd grown substantially since the last time he'd really shown his face around yet never seemed to shed hints of his awkward phases, decided that day he wanted to do something. He thought first that perhaps a trip to the mainland would be fun, but that dream was quickly shattered when he asked his mother if he was allowed. She denied him this privilege, and he supposed he understood. He'd lived a pretty sheltered life on the island; he tried to think of the last time he'd had a good time, as everyone seemed to have something going on. How did this happen to him?

He made his way to the heights of the island, where he came often to calm his ears. The green rushing of the wind was far more bearable than the swirling blues and purples of the sea. He didn't notice the girl at first, not that he'd approach on his own anyway; he was far too shy for such a thing.

No one bothered to look after him - that was the main reason he often wandered the island alone. At least he wasn't plagued by handfuls of voices all at once when he was alone; too many wolves around often resulted in him getting overstimulated and anxious. At least the island was big enough to get away from it all, of course, when one didn't run into anyone. his ears pricked when a foreign language called to, what seemed like, him. Though he did not speak the language she did, the colour of her voice revealed a dazzling seafoam with hints of crimson. Instinctively, he blushed from tail to ears, not used to conversation.

Excuse me, what? He asked, voice trembling and high - he almost didn't sound like a boy at all.

That was something else he didn't understand; why didn't everyone just speak English on the island? It was already noisy enough, why make everything more complicated? Still, the other was making an effort to overcome the boundary between them, and so he felt like he had to put in the same effort.

S-Sotiris. He answered unsurely. ehh, you?