Wapun Meadow rainbows on the ground

Whoever this Goober was, he was known by many. Agoeti and medium sized... Well that could be anyone. Though a small light burned in the brute's head, thinking of a random pack mate. He hadn't spoken to the fellow, and wasn't planning on doing so either. But maybe, just maybe, he could try to run into him. Mmhm... He hummed as a sort of answer, finding it rude not to.

Goldhawk was the name of the jolly guy, and somehow it fit. It had a nice ring to it, though Gotham preferred Bacchus. While the rest only asked questions, Gotham find him laughing at how the jolly male spoke. The joke itself didn't do him much as he didn't know Goober at all, but the way he said it just cracked him up. It wasn't a real accent though, at least it didn't sound like it.

Do other ones speak the way you do? He asked, curious about other things than the alpha of this pack thingy. What was it about again?