Cricket Creek Bog but he talks like a gentleman

there's a moment where he mistakes the boyish voice for that of @Atwood or @Sundance and is left rattled at both the way his heart had lifted at the initial hope that it was one of his brothers followed by the aching thud of it falling back down and causing his pelt to bristle lightly. willowy limbs straighten up as he spins around warily for after his initial slip-up he'd noted that this voice was not as softly spoken as his siblings and was in fact, a complete stranger. reif didn't like strangers. he didn't really like anyone for that matter but especially strangers. shifty eyes of soft sage glance towards the dark boy that had descended upon his peace but reif holds his tongue for a moment; mind still focused on picking away at how he'd felt when mistaking his company. the festering obsession over the earth's rumblings that had taken over his brain and driven him mindlessly into dangerous situations like some sort of parasite, had left little room for remorse or regret for his losing elysium. all he'd really felt was the occasional frustration at how much harder and inconveniant life was by yourself. yet now that so much time had passed with the earth remaining still he was perhaps beginning to miss his home, and especially his siblings. it's confusing and tiring so he shakes his head roughly as if it'll help dislodge the thoughts and focuses back on the boy.

so, what was he doing?

reif frowns at this, looking around him for some sort of cue that he'd been doing anything to bring on such a question but comes back empty pawed and so simply glances quizzically at the shadowy wolf. "uh, standing?" he attempts, although technically he supposed he was also breathing, thinking, shifting position every now and then...oh! "oh i was also looking at the little hopping bugs" he announces, soft lilting tones holding hints of pride at the statement. "i like their song" he murmurs quietly, gaze hopping lightly from the new presence to the distant horizon and back again, averting direct eye contact as his wispy fail flicks uneasily at his haunches. strangers were stressful beings.