Sun Mote Copse mention our ghosts, our knotted spines

a ripple of amusement passes through him, slightly pleased to have thrown the silvery boy off. mato's avoidance and confusion all but confirms they aren't a couple, not like that, but traveling together and founding a pack together still feels very-coupley. wait, why does he care at all? 

unable to answer that himself the singing-sunlight lets the conversation be steered away. starting a pack... "you're considering here?" he asks, unable to keep the edge of incredulity out of his voice. okay, it is beautiful probably and the pollen looks like flecks of gold in the air but if he stays here he'll sneeze all the time. if he stays.. here. oh. "it's okay, i guess," delight fumbles, covering up the edges of his uncertainty as neatly as possible. "but i'd probably pick something else." somewhere like. he doesn't know, it's not his job to scout for lands, but that won't stop him from offering his opinion. though of course the pair could choose to disregard him, seeing as the wisp's a stranger, unaffiliated, except maybe he wants to be affiliated just a bit. a bit. "not much of a pack with just the two of you," he adds to this effect, perhaps not the most charming way of suggesting your interest but delight's a work in progress.