Altar of Twilight Oh,I need this

Mason could see that the other boy was being put at ease too by their mutual conversation. Mason let out a self-mocking sort of chortle when Floki gave his name. Mason wanted to say ‘huh, weird name’ but he caught himself before he made this social faux pas – he had gradually come to learn the sort of things you don’t say to someone you have just met.
 
There was certainly something else he could say instead: “Oh cool! I’m from Silvertip Mountain, I was hoping to see someone from Moonspear, since our packs are so close n’all.” Mason grinned, turning to fully speak with Floki now rather than gazing around. In light of this newfound friendship (yes, he already considered Floki a friend) the lands didn’t seem so scary.
 
He looked at Floki’s pink-tinged face. “So who’re your leaders then? I think Dad said someone called… Char-don? Do you have any puppies? I have never met a tiny puppy but Dad said they would start coming once winter arrived, for the packs with mates. I wonder if puppies are boring.” Ramble ramble ramble.