Big Salmon Lake These walls, they seem to call my name

He had, at first, been unaware of another presence as he sat, watching the moon. But as time passed he grew more and more uncomfortable, until the wind brought to him a scent that was far from grand. The boy turned to see a dark shadow just behind him, though it seemed more real than the ones that froliced through the grass. A voice came next, seemingly sinister. "Don't care." He managed to mutter before another voice could be heard. 

Aries was unsure what to think. He did not trust these strangers yet, not at all. He remained stoic and silent, blue orbs glittered in the occasional flash of moonlight that the clouds allowed. His posture was not submissive in the slightest, but the boy did not make a move to change it.