Cassiopeia's View you can dip your feet once in a little while

The little thing moved closer. Ah. Was Étoille old enough yet to think, ah, youth? And surely he had not been so restless. There had been no need for him to be, he supposed. Generally, he found himself contented. Life was a simple thing.

Hm. He looked out at the sea, thoughtful. "Traveling," the man answered after another lengthy pause. "My previous pack... disbanded. And now I am here." It wasn't a particularly interesting story. Everyone simply moved on, as far as he knew. He had not bothered to investigate.

Étoille supposed the youth would not be contented with just that. "You are from here," he said, attempting to engage properly. He could converse just fine. It wasn't his favorite activity, but maybe this strange gold and black boy had something interesting to share with him.