Firestone Hot Springs Will never know passion, will never know pain

He frowned slightly at his name being sort of categorized negatively. Better than being called something that sounds all cutesy and childish.  Honestly the fact that he was actually named Malachi was somewhere waaay in a buried corner of his mind so it didn't even come up 90% of the time -- Mali had been his name, until he very uncreatively decided that it needed some pruning.  But if Cam didn't like his name for the opposite reasons Mal had chosen his... Call yourself whatever you want -- you're the one who has to live with it.  Shrug.   He took another glance around in the brief pause before Cam's next words pulled his attention back.

Wait, did that mean he was from Elysium, or was that just something that Ibis and Okeanos had said about their own histories?  Kind of.  That place was never home.  More like forced to stay until I escaped.  He'd stopped having a home when the pack ceased to be Bracken Sanctuary.  Maybe before, when his mom disappeared and Olive and Seabreeze started the slow destruction of all things familiar to him as a child.  Either way, he certainly did not have a particularly positive experience with the pack.  I'm not making a pack like that one.  Just to be clear, of course.  Just nope, he did not fit in with the weirdo hippy witches at all.  Nah, Mal was a pretty prickly dude, mostly as a defense mechanism, and it was going to take a while for him to break that habit even around those that quite obviously couldn't harm him.