The Bracken Woods I feel like something will happen today

He caught the slight change in the way the woman held herself after he'd adjusted his own posture, but the difference was only a small one. Her body language informed him that they were not equals, but that she was above him. It was a concept he was use to, and despite his father's wishes for him to fight against it once upon a time, he'd never been able to bring himself to. When it came to the aspect of dominance, the part of him that housed the domesticated side of his bloodline came to light. Fighting against it was not something he was currently capable of doing, and he doubted he'd ever be able to. Besides, going along with the role of a lesser being was often easier, and didn't cause too many problems. As long as he'd accepted his place in the world, he'd be spared of any reprimand and left to go about his day. That was, especially, the case when dealing with those older than himself, like the woman he currently stood across from. Having drawn such a conclusion, he allowed his head to lower slightly, but not so much so that speaking would be difficult.

At the mention of the 'noose' around his neck, his eyes snapped up to look at hers, confusion evident in his gaze. It took a second for the meaning behind what she'd said to hit him, and once it had, he'd averted his gaze away from her face so as not to come off as attempting to challenge her. That was, perhaps, the last thing he needed at the moment. "It's called a 'collar'," he informed her, the memory of when it'd been placed around his throat engraved in his thoughts. "Humans put them on creatures that they think belong to them, or when they want to keep them tied up somewhere." The latter had been the reasoning behind his receiving of one. The workers at the shelter had attempted to keep him indoors, but due to a combination of overcrowding and his behavior, he'd been moved to one of the outdoor kennels. They'd been cautious in their efforts to make the place escape-proof, but not cautious enough. "I forget it's there sometimes," he commented, trying to glance down at it. Once he'd looked up again, he noticed she had turned her gaze away, and was, once again, confused. He hadn't believed himself to say or do anything that might have offended her, leaving him lost as to what her reasoning was. No matter, he did not verbally question it, feeling that mentioning it would pose the risk of worsening the matter.

As the woman returned the favour and offered her name, as well as added that she was purely a wolf, the boy gave a dip of his head. The motion was one of greeting, and one of respect. "It is nice to meet you, Citali," he voiced, as was his common way of going about meeting unknown wolves. Ragdoll was unsure, even at this point, whether the feeling was a mutual one, but suspected it not to be. He allowed for his past experiences, and the demonstration of the wolf's form, to guide his beliefs, and was yet to be given a reason to think otherwise. When a new question was presented, he wasted no time in answering her. "Up North, from a pack known as 'Caribou Summit'," the younger responded, needing not a moment to recall the name. Even then, he could still remember every inch of the place, but the way to get back was lost to him; plus, he wasn't so sure he even wanted to go back. "Humans got ahold of me, and when I escaped, I ran. Somehow I ended up here afterwards." Despite his acceptance of the situation, the way in which he'd ended up in the Wilds still nagged at him from the back of his mind. During his grand escape, he'd paid little to no mind as to where he was going, so the explanation behind how he'd reached the woods he was currently in was something completely lost to him.