Emberwood am i bleeding from the storm?

Alarian was undeniably intrigued by the reaction he received; he could be oblivious, but right now he was not, and perhaps better off for it. The stranger's discomfort seemed obvious, but he was covering-- or trying to. Ali went with it; he didn't want to upset the already-frowning male.
Oh, thank you. He tried-- and failed-- to mask the shyness to his tone.
Though he had not thought it when first seeing him, Alarian suddenly decided, watching his expression sour, that the other boy was cute. It was a strange thought, even for him-- since when was a grump attractive? He shoved it away, not entirely successful in the endeavor.
Delight. It wasn't what Ali would have named him, admittedly, but--
That's a pretty name. It came out quiet, a thought unintentionally spoken aloud. He was making this worse. I mean-- um, it's nice to meet you. I'm Alarian.
Eager to leave the awkwardness of these initial moments behind, the boy was quick to move on. Do you live around here?
Delight smelled of pack, he realized, but not of Morningside; Alarian knew of no other packs in the area, but he knew there were more. Grumpy cuteness aside, perhaps Delight knew something useful.