Larksong Grotto Some things are better kept unknown

Zaavier was able to let himself relax once the black male welcomed him in. Ahh, finally. He could stop worrying about things and be put to work! He nodded as Reek informed him that he didn't have any burdock root. Then he lightly mentioned the thought of Zaavier gathering herbs for him. He got the hint and smiled. 

At least he'd be able to learn more deeply about herbs while doing this. He was actually quite excited. Once Zaavier could prove he was worthy to the pack, the other make was more inviting, offering to lead him around the territory. Why not? He thought. He was going to be living here from now on anyway. Then, Reek asked if he would tell him about himself.

Shit. 

This was one of the only things Zaavier hated doing. He absolutely despised telling anyone about his past. Even though this may not be the intention of the conversation, Reek could eventually talk about his background. He chuckled lightly. "There's nothing much to tell. As you already know, I have an interest in herbs, but I could definitely learn more." Honestly, Zaavier himself didn't even find anything interesting about himself. "I'm pretty boring!"

He followed the male deeper into the territory of Larksong Grotto. The smell of the wolves who inhabited the place grew stronger with each step. They all smelled similar. Well, everyone but him. Hopefully his strange scent will soon grow mingled with the others. For now though, he'll be the "newbie." He chuckled slightly at the thought.