Sleeping Dragon Crackjaw

no worries! <3

He was confused when the male looked away, averting his own gaze automatically; unfamiliar with dominance, he assumed he had made him uncomfortable. Alarian sat down, posture relaxed, and hoped he wouldn't scare him off. His ears perked at the name offered— and the fact that a pack had once lived there.
Are you from around here? He couldn't help the question that slipped from him, eyes flitting back to him with new interest; it only lasted a few moments. The boy turned his gaze back to the mountain quickly. Maybe it wasn't always like this, Ali suggested after a few more beats. Or maybe they don't live here anymore because they all died. There was a tinge of humor to his tone, albeit dark.