Swiftcurrent Creek hurray for the riff raff

This one fancied herself a comedian of sorts. Something inside Haunter wanted to laugh, but he convinced himself that it would somehow come out condescendingly or like he was laughing at her. He also rationalized that a laugh was a laugh to this youngster and she would not differentiate in tones, but this was a secondary thought made too late after the fact for him to still verbally enjoy the joke. So as per his norm, Haunt-ear Haunter was mostly silent.

He did however offer her an improvised shrug to her choice in nickname. She could've called him "Shithaunt" for as long as she knew him, and he likely wouldn't have batted an eyelash. She offered another subject then, or rather returned to a subject she'd been addressing previously when she had asked him if his name was Atticus. "I've met no Atticus here or otherwise," he told her, but this wasn't saying much as Haunter hadn't actually met very many wolves in Teekon nor anywhere else for that matter. It was clear that he had tended to keep to himself.

"I assume he is big and black?" he rumbled ponderously, peering down at her with a quirked brow hardly seen amongst his pitch-dark features. "Why are you looking for him?" Haunter knew not where his sudden curiosity was coming from. Pack life seemed to be getting to him somewhat...