Sleeping Dragon Crackjaw

At the mention of Phoenix Maplewood, he perked up a bit; it seemed the place Morningside had claimed had a history (he wondered briefly if they knew of this). It seemed the male before him had a history, too— both were of interest to Alarian. Yeah, He offered softly, nodding. Claimed by Morningside; the only pack near here other than mine, as far as I know.
At the stranger's clarification of his name, Alarian stifled a laugh and, before he could stop himself, responded with: Oh, I thought you were Maplewood. He paused a beat, gaze flitting briefly across Phoenix's features as they walked. Turning his eyes forward again, he continued. I'm Alarian Keil. I don't think I was named after anything— I think my mom had a few too many poppy seeds, actually.
But she didn't name me Maplewood, so I can't complain too much. He decided in the next moment.