Duck Lake What's this, what's this?

Edited an ending onto this.

The yearling awaited the other's answer, and was glad once a name was given. His ears perked up as it was uttered, finding the idea of saying it incorrectly due to hearing it improperly rather troublesome. It would be a rude thing to do, as well, and he did not want to give the younger a bad impression—especially when he already got the sense that the boy was far too tense with him. Knowing nothing of the younger's culture, or where he hailed from, brought him to draw the assumption that the difference in tongues was the only reasoning behind his inability to relax as the Greek had. That was, partially, the issue, as Alastor could have explained he was not a spell-casting lupine had they the capability of understanding one another, but that was not the entirety of it. Even if they'd been able to speak with words, there was no guarantee his innocence would be believed. The argent wolf did not know that, though, so his mind focused on the task of befriending the younger.

"Zoratto," he repeated slowly, feeling the need to try the strange name out. It rolled off his tongue much smoother than he'd been expecting it to, which he silently thanked himself over. He wanted to know what 'maegi' meant, that way he could better understand why the masked boy seemed to use it when addressing him. Alas, there was no way for him to ask with movements alone, nor was there probably a way for the other to explain in an understandable way. There was, however, a way for him to ask something he believed might be a good way to ease the other up some. The boy rose to his feet and then dropped his front half back to the ground, bowing in a playful fashion. Way back during his first visit to the lake, he'd been able to play a game with a woman older than himself, and the memory made him hope the male wouldn't be so quick to turn him down.

Before the other boy was given the chance to respond to the playful action, a sound caught hold of the elder's attention. He brought his front half back up and stood straight, turning his head and twisting his ears about in order to get a better grasp on what he was hearing. The sound seemed to fade away, however, and he was left with his muzzle pointed towards the sky. The passage of time dawned on him, then, making his eyes go wide for a moment. Quickly, he shook his head clear of any thoughts, then sent an apologetic smile towards the masked wolf. "I'm sorry," he voiced, giving a small bow of his head to show the meaning to his words. "I must go now." He needed to get to a certain place, and found that needing to do so didn't leave him with any time to play. He gave one last look to the other, his expression far more understandable than the words he'd spoken, then turned away. Taking his leave, he left the other by the lake, but couldn't help but think back to him and his strange language as he wandered away.