Bramblepoint can you hear me now?

The boy was taken aback when the stranger agreed with him, odd, for he had not expect that reaction. Someone did believe in him, even if that someone was a stranger with one eye. Slowly, Stoic's reluctance dispersed, feeling more comfortable with the man's presence than before. This one was different. He didn't try to act like Stoic's father, as others had. Perry seemed to care, even though he didn't need to. It was.. odd. And defiantly out of Stoic's understanding. But as the man rattled off all the cautionary things he would need to do to survive as a loner, he became unsure of his own footing. Artemis normally did that, but he had not seen her in some time. And just like that, the incitement of a well rounded life drew him in, and he found tempted to follow this man back to his home. But a part held him back; the terror of being abandoned once more. 

"I can fight," He assured the male, looking at him with a bold certainty. However, how good he was, was another question. And with that, he pounced on the man's rather large paw, his small yet sharp baby teeth flashing as he did so. Yet, in a second he realized a vital part of his attack. The man before him was at least give times bigger than he was. Calling off his attack, he sat, right in front of the male, peering up at him with large yet determined eyes. "Stoic Silvertip," The reply came too fast for him to contain, and he instantly regretted saying it. He looked away, and back, in that millisecond deciding that was not his name anymore. He was not a Mountain wolf. 

"Stoic Silvertip is dead. I am No-one,"

He looked to the man with honesty, for he no longer felt attached to the name given to him by his dead mother at his birth, mere days before his fathers death and then his brothers. The Silvertip family was gone, and so was he.