Blackfeather Woods All my friends are heathens

Rather crappy reply, sorry!

The sound of footsteps broke his thoughts, and the boy turned to the stranger with a blank expression. He nodded in greeting with cold formality - he did not like the other boy's he'd encountered so far, and honestly he didn't expected this one to be any different, but better not to be rude and jump to conclusions. Perhaps he might get along better with this one? Most likely that would not be the case, but it was worth a try. 

The snort only caused Neo to raise a brow, narrowing his eyes slightly as he watched the approach of the other boy. Their tail was curled and raised, clearly this one believed himself to be above Neo. This, of course, was true, since he had obviously been here longer. He was older, so the young spiderling would not push himself to be above. Yet, he thought to himself. The language he spoke was not one the Svartell child recognised, but he didn't feel like a reply was necessary anyway. Instead, he waited, wondering what this one wanted. He did not care for the other boy, and he was sure he felt the same toward Neo. Why he had approached was unknown to the youngster.