Lost Creek Hollow breakfast at tiffany's

so so cute i cant

 

She knew the name of their home, which was a good sign. It didn't take much to earn Riordan's trust, apparently - one just had to be pretty, and somewhat charming. And he was sort of charmed by her awkwardness, although he didn't say anything. When she continued, he gave a small nod; two names wasn't so strange to him, he'd dealt with far stranger back at home. Er, his old home. That place he couldn't stop thinking about as much as he needed to.

"Well, which is it? Miss Eshe," he almost pronounced it as 'aye-sh", thanks to the slurring of his accent, "Or Miss Quill? Ah," before she could answer properly, he chuckled to himself and shrugged his shoulders. "Don't matter really. I can call ya both."  Oh, but he hadn't given his yet - and he hadn't really been around the other pack members that much, so they likely would not know him in a collective sense. Only Mordecai had met him thus far, from what his poor memory could surmise.

"And I'm Riordan - just Riordan. No pretty second names 'fer me," he gave his own little heh at this, planting a smile across his round face as if to say, yep this is totally normal. Evidently, not many wolves in these wilds followed his parent's traditions. "Come on, I'll walk with ya. Nice to have a travel buddy fer a change."