Otter Creek burn the streets

he remains completely unawares of the offence he may have caused the boy with his careless statement, all he offers is a side look at the movement but upon seeing it didn't seem to lead to anything; refocused on the little collection at their paws. yet then he does follow up and sage eyes detach once more to gaze vaguely at his pallid companion with a slow blink. "treasures..." he echoes it very quietly, running the word slowly over his tongue and therefore within the confines of his mind. he would never have thought to refer to his trinkets as something as prestigious as that yet he finds he likes the word and tucks it away carefully. as for the rest of the statement, reif wholly disagrees. he loves stick but he wouldn't do anything stupid for it and he frowns as his eyes fall back to the waters. "there's not much use in owning something if you end up dead" he counters simply, offering up a shrug as he trails a paw idly through the damp grass; nose wrinkling with distaste at the feeling and therefore stopping quite abruptly.

he looks back to the stones when khepri specifies his favourite; blinking curiously at the muted item. this time he finds himself agreeing, there's something oddly attractive in its simplicity although he's not sure where it originates from but for once doesn't look too much into it; opting to simply appreciate it with a small nod. "i like it" he chirps; leaning closer to inspect it just as the one he'd originally ogled at was offered to him. ears lift slightly and he stretches out a paw to draw it nearer, flinching very lightly when he brushes off the other but still managing to draw the stone close. he doesn't think to offer up a thanks but the little wag of his tail and the way in which he ran his paw over its smooth surface with something akin to fondness was something perhaps only reif's family would be able to acknowledge as his own way of expressing his gratitude. 

looking up once more, his little nose twitches at the scents rolling about him with the proximity of the other's pelt. other wolves and undoubtedly food, ears lean back at the reminder of how shitty he felt all over. "where are you from?" he asks, not for the sake of making small talk or anything so much as to gather information. his mothers had mentioned other packs before and although he didn't like the idea of being expected to talk to loads of other wolves and something about..duties, he didn't like being hungry and cold all the time. also he was really bad at fending for himself, ideally he'd like nothing better than a quiet corner where he could be fed and warm but be able to spend his time focusing on himself and whatever obsession he'd latched on. did khepri's home suit those conditions? he was, after all, out here collecting which reif rather liked the idea of.