Neverwinter Forest castles

Kyron's eyebrows lifted in surprise when Eshe suddenly threw in another name. "Uh..who's Pasha? Sorry." he asked, not wanting to sound impolite but unsure of who this sudden newcomer was. So far, everyone in this pack was somewhat related; he was ready to assume that this Pasha was too but did not want to jump conclusions. Anyhow, it didn't matter, not really. If he was accepted into this pack, he would soon get to know them all. And if he wasn't. Then most likely he would forget all the names; they wouldn't matter to him anymore. 

If only the Persian knew what was going through Eshe's mind at the moment, he would have lost control and laughed until he choked. Truth to be told, Kyron's preferences weren't restricted by anything, whether that be gender or race, it didn't matter, what mattered was their personality. So he supposed, if Eshe wanted to set him up, she would have a wide range of wolves to choose from. After all, his choices weren't limited at all. 

A grin lit up his features when she informed him that she too, had come from a big family. Eshe's excitement was contagious, and Kyron could feel his previous nervousness melting away as he talked with the light agouti wolf. "My spirit, huh?" the persian prince grinned crookedly. He had always been a hard worker; it was unnatural for him not to be, having grown up in a place where nothing less than your best was expected. It was only normal for him to do his best and he found it unusual that wolves would slack around and not work. After all, the pack had given him a home, it was only fair to give them all you had in return. "Yes I am. If you'll have me."