Sun Mote Copse A concatenation of locusts

Her answer was a bit more abrupt that he'd expected. He thought she might brighten up a bit at the fact that he at least knew where she came from, or about who her parents were...But the boy had forgotten the fact that she'd been more or less stranded here with the sister-pack due to the landslide that had blocked off access to her home. Unable to recall that incident, he wondered if maybe she was a bit stuck-up, or maybe if she was just a bit shy. Maybe she didn't like being associated with her parents- he liked that idea, because it was something that he himself understood. Not that he disliked his Dad- his Dad had been the best- but his Mom was a bit of a pill. 

Still, he didn't count her out completely, because there was a bit of an edge to the tone of her voice, and he liked that. He moved forward a bit, closing the distance between them, as clearly, there was no reason for either of them to be frightened of the other wolf. He puffed out his chest and uttered a haughty laugh, giving her a rogueish and cheshire grin. "Prolly according to everyone," He drawled, rolling his eyes. "My Mom thinks I'm a total brat, but she's the one who's a total drag...And a nag. And a mean ol' bag." He said, impressed with himself for having been able to string along a sentence of rhymes like that. Not that it was a really cool thing to do- but given the fact it was full of insults, he figured it didn't make him look like too much of a dork. 

"So," He shot, changing the subject swiftly. "You apprenticing here with someone?" He asked, given the fact that being an apprentice was now all the rage. Unfortunately, this meant that he was more or less stuck with training with his Mom, but if it meant that someday he'd get to be a guardian- and someday be able to kick her ass into tomorrow in a sparring session, he'd put up with it.