Blackfoot Forest the yowling won't cease

Idiot didn't seem too far-reaching for the brute, by appearances, but his rugged quietness was not to be mistaken for stupidity. Perhaps he should've explained that he thought he would pass the noise or that he thought it might die down, but Fox didn't press the subject and of course Haunter didn't pursue it (not being a conversationalist and all), but things didn't quite end there as he might have expected.

Chat. One of his least favorite words, and he looked at her sidelong with a glimmer of dismay in his eyes; Haunter worried vaguely that she would talk his remaining ear off. Instead, she asked about him, which was possibly worse than the former nightmare he had imagined.

"Back-story?" he parroted, as if the words confused him, but he cleared his tight throat a moment later and gazed at her intently, leaving no room for mistake or a lie in his gaze. "I have none."

But of course that wouldn't be a good enough response for the leader of Swiftcurrent Creek. And before she could press further he raised his long muzzle slightly and angled it away from her again. "From the second I was born I had to fight to survive and I've been fighting ever since... I assure you there's not too much else about me."