Neverwinter Forest castles

A gently amused, yet genuine grin tugged at Kyron's lips when she pronounced his name, or his adopted name. It wasn't that she was saying it wrong, simply the way she was saying it, cautiously and carefully as to not make a mistake that amused him. Perhaps he should've told her his birth name; he'd like to see her pronounce that. Not many native common tongue speakers could, and when they did, they did so with a thick accent that disfigured his name; he tended to get unreasonably cross over it; he was proud of his heritage so perhaps it was good that Ralph had given him another name. Better for first impressions.

Kyron shrugged those thoughts away, concentrating on what Eshe had to say next. He knew he wasn't the most....easy wolf to make conversation with. Naturally awkward and shy, he usually kept to the edge and listened to others converse instead of speaking himself. With friends, he was an entirely different wolf but he didn't know her yet, and so instead, shifted his weight awkwardly between his toes, wanting to say a whole load of things but not knowing if it was the right thing to say. So instead, the Persian waited for her to speak and she did not disappoint.

"Oh no, don't worry," Kyron replied with a lift of his shoulder and a shrug, relaxing his muscles. "I've got nowhere else to go." he said with a casual smile and a wag of his tail. "So, mind telling me about your pack, soon-to-be Alpha Eshe Frostfur?" Kyron was channeling his inner charm right now, and the gleam in his cool blue eyes spoke of that. Perhaps, he'll be able to get himself a home in these woods. It wasn't like the red sands, but he could get used to it.