Blacktail Deer Plateau I'm not actually sure what a movie is anymore

The name he'd collected from the man meant little to him. It was long and heavy-winded, as he'd anticipate from someone esteemed maybe or, perhaps a figure in a fantastical story. It didn't sound real. But then Reyes had no use for surnames and did not understand their use; it was gregarious and unneccesary in his opinion to have such a long name. But, he was scrutinizing more than usual. He was bitter, he was hurting.

When the question was turned back on him he feigned indifference, looking away from where the man stood as if he hadn't heard him. Instead of introducing himself he stated something else, his voice carrying over the rock-hewn grove to where the white wolf stood below him. Whoever said you could join us wasn't thinking. You shouldn't be here, you're not one of us.

Reyes couldn't back up his statement at all and he knew it, but that didn't prevent him from spewing his two cents. He turned his yellow eyes back upon the stranger and finally noticed that the man's face was burned on one side, missing an eye. So not only was he massive and in need of more supplies than they could handle, but he was broken too. The boy sneers from where he's settled on his belly, adding in haste: Did the quakes wreck your face?