Horizon Ridge plantains

Cam gave a small smile when Arturo assured him that he meant no harm. It was good to know, and surprisingly did make him feel a bit better. He wasn't too sure about how much he liked being called boy though. It brought him back to his old home. His father used to call him boy, especially when he was really disappointed or angry at him. He winced slightly at the word, almost as if he expected a scolding, but it may have gone unnoticed. Anyhow Arturo's assurance lifted the tension, and Cam's own tail fell into its own swishing rhythm.

Arturo, it was a nice name. It seemed fitting for the other male. He watched as Arturo nodded to him respectfully, and that he could appreciate. He dipped his own head in return, glad that this all seemed to be going well. After Cam had asked his question, there was another pause, and then a confirmation. Whether he had been born here or not mattered little to the golden furred boy. At least he knew that this Arturo lived nearby, possibly with a pack. That was what he was really hoping to learn about. And luckily for him, Arturo decided to share a little bit on his own.

Teaghlaigh. Cam had absolutely no idea what it meant. He had to stop himself from sharing his inner thoughts on the name, and instead perked his ears to show his interest. You the alpha? He asked, once again keeping his questions short and to the point.