Northstar Vale Bye don't follow me!!

Well I like you, Rannoch commended, but for the moment Titmouse wasn't so interested in if the Alpha liked him. It was an Alpha's job to do that. Otherwise he wouldn't be allowed to live here! Or something! Titmouse huffed softly and recorded the moment in his memory as "that time Rannoch catered to my needs". He would've rolled his eyes if he'd been aware of such a social cue, but did not. It would've been rude anyways.

Teach me to fight? He parroted next, jumping out of his mental calibrations at the mention of something fun (and usually taboo). He tilted his head and squinted in a suspicious manner, almost expecting a refusal from Rannoch and maybe a talking-to about its not nice to grind your butt in to your sister's face as he might've received back home. His apprehension was short lived though, and he was on his feet, prowling around the sapling while watching the older boy: But I can't fight. I can't even -- even run.

Remembering the resolute fear that had taken hold of him versus the giant of a bear, he slouched suddenly and unceremoniously sat down again.