Heron Lake Plateau It was too cold to cry when I woke up alone,

Great, great. She probably thought he was a total jackass. That wasn't far off the mark but he didn't like his shortcomings to be so obvious, and for some reason it really mattered in this moment. This one moment with this one person who he just met. Yeah okay, he's a jackass, or something.

He pulled away from her after both of them had completed their assessments, and gave a little shrug when she asked after him. Whoever she was, the girl was new to the pack lands. Or at least new enough that she smelled vaguely like Raven (which made sense) and Colt of all people (which made him really jealous like wow dude get someone your own age???? Perv???). Of course, he was oblivious to the relation between the two of them, because as stated before — dense motherfucker.

I'm Screech, he said, less than enthusiastically. It wasn't often he met someone that didn't know him by description alone, and while he wanted to make a good impression he was also nervous that someone had spilled the beans on the resident freak-of-nature. He watched her for a few more seconds and just as it was becoming tedious (read: awkward and a little creepy) he asked, Who are you?