The Tangle lips are raw with this truth you have known all your life

The sterling Roux-Abrhen observed this stranger quietly with frosty periwinkle eyes, surprised to see a sudden burst of energy as he moved to acknowledge him. He greeted Talion with enthusiasm, his tail swinging cheerfully at his rear and what he thought sounded like relief in the tone of his voice. This reaction, though unexpected, allowed his own tension as well as the uncertainty that his presence might not be appreciated, melt away. Curiosity gripped the platinum-furred yearling then, as he briefly swept his gaze over the cheerful male and noticed the ruffling of his fur; was he in trouble?

Eager not to appear cold, Talion offered a content wave of his own feathery tail and paused in his tracks, allowing his ashen companion to close the distance between them. "I'm afraid not," the boy answered apologetically, obsidian ears canting backward slightly. "Just passing through. Are you looking for something?"