Sun Mote Copse mention our ghosts, our knotted spines

Delight. Mato is given his name and the empyrean acknowledges it with a dip of his head. The other male’s name seemed like quite a mouthful to the druid but the slight puff of the other male’s chest did not go unnoticed by Mato as he gave his name. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Delight,” Mato offers earnestly with an amiable wave of his tail. At the question of him and Seabreeze being together, Mato is perplexed by the simple question, showing at the slight furrow of his brow. He glimpses over his shoulder at his companion before he looks back to Delight. Together? As in how? Like …together, together? Is he asking if they are a …couple? This is the only conclusion that Mato can come to but at the same time does not want to assume. The eloquent druid has been defeated by such a simple question that in it’s vagueness could come to mean many different things. “We are traveling together, yes.” Mato responds, after too long of a silence has passed between them. He is still not sure that is the right answer and his awkwardness is displayed in the flutter of his ears as they slick back to rest at half mast atop his skull. “We are scouting out a territory to claim for our pack.” Mato informs, hoping that this will steer attention in a different direction and effectively distract (including himself!) to something other than his inability to formally understand Delight’s question and whether the androgynous male had been referring to his relationship status or …not.