Ankyra Sound into the rainbow vein

He perked up a little after his mention of the Plateau, which Lucca responded to with a wiggle of his tail, though he still avoided the intimidatingly piercing gaze of the other boy. The wolves of the coast — of this pack — had a strange sort of intensity the Blackthorn was not used to. Or maybe this was the norm and it was the Redhawk pack who were the weird ones.

At the other's inquiry, he looked to the ground sheepishly. "Uh, w-well, not willingly," he began, trying find a way to word his misadventure in a more noble way than simply I got lost. For some reason, he felt the need to impress this boy even more so than his lookalike mother. "My sister went...went missing and there was this cree—...dangerous man about, so we sent out a search party," he paused. It was technically the truth. "When the snows hit, I got, uh, separated. But I'm sure she's doing just fine! My sister is tough. I—I can't spent my whole life worrying after her, right?" He gave a huff of awkward, unsure laughter. Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry.

At the boy's answer of his own origins, Lucca realised he had never got the others name (nor his mother's). "Oh?" he queried with a tilt of his own head. The answer was a fascinating one, as the boy was still quite young; Lucca wondered where else he lived, and why he was back in his birthplace now. It seemed they both had their stories to tell, but first things first. "What's your name, by the way?"