The Sentinels a winged victory for the sullen

there are several reactions he's come to expect from strangers around the point his muteness registers, falling neatly into little categories that tell him what kind of wolf he's dealing with; ford's seems to sit somewhere outside these lines, and it makes the golden mayfair uncomfortable as much as it intrigues and relieves him. the feeling is ultimately not an unpleasant one, so he relaxes under the man's mismatched gaze, ears perking at his question. no one has ever offered to give him a name before — the idea appeals to him more than he'd realized. a faint smile pulls at his features and he shakes his head without a second thought, eyes a little brighter as he considers the possibilities.