Sleepy Fox Hollow Slippin' through dreamland like a tourist

The white she-wolf seemed unbothered, and then told him so. Taikon nodded to her point on it being a logical ask, although he knew that if someone had done the same for him, he would hardly have reacted well. To her point on not being easily offended, he shrugged; the prince wasn't sure if he was easily offended or not. It was rare that anyone had tried to offend him. Usually, he was the one pushing others in a direction past their breaking points.
Takiyok, he thought, and filed the name away for later. Despite meeting few people a second time in the past couple of years, he hadn't lost his charming ability to recall names easily. He made a point to practice this. Hers was a strange name, and he wondered where it originated from. Then again, Taikon had no idea what the background was on his name, only that his surname, Tse, was of a kingly bloodline.
The lapping of the water once more calmed him. Trusting now that this was not some elaborate trick for him to drop his guard, Taikon bent his forelegs beneath him and lay down, shifting his weight to his side. The world seems a little less overwhelming here, I think. Maybe it's just the night air, he observed, looking up at the clouds above the water. It was too overcast to see stars, but somehow knowing that they were there brought him comfort.
I've always been a night owl. What about you? He tossed a quick glance at her before staring back at the water again.