Ouroboros Spine Protect your chest, Warrior!

Whoop. There it is. A name. A name Kerosene could actually pronounce. "You should probably lead with that one," he said, nodding his head slightly in the affirmative. Not only was it easier and more familiar on the tongue, but far easier to remember. Considering this pack was the only one he'd encoutnered with wolves that spoke that particular tongue, offering up something a little easier and a little less nickname, sounded like a far better idea. 

It was interesting to learn Kodiak was new here too. New, and already taking strong measures to make a presence for himself. Kero nodded again, saying nothing as he noted this information and the brown wolf proceeded to elaborate. Oh goodie. This was a family of wolves with more languages and hidden secrets and traditions he'd have to learn the hard way. Color him thrilled.

He was about to comment, when he noted the brown wolf making an expression to give him permission to speak. Kero lifted a wolven brow, tried really hard not to judge, and failed. Hard. Typically, in a conversation, both parties went back and forth freely because that's how an open conversation worked. One sided conversations were unproductive. Then again, this speaking thing was something he was learning this pack struggled with. They didn't know the basics.

So, instead of continuing to be insulted and embarrassed by the arrogance of his own packmates, Kero turned and left.

-Kero exits-