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A wildflower. He didn't think he had ever heard that word before. He thought maybe he had seen more the last and only time he had ventured from the den, but that memory was so heavy with panic and confusion, that he honestly couldn't remember much of the details of his surroundings. He nodded, though, thankful for the information. 

At the other boy's next question, he shrugged. He didn't feel a particular way about flowers really. He didn't feel a particular way about most things—just numb or anxious most of the time. His family brought him contentment occasionally, but even that was laced with undertones of fear and anxiety. He did, however, like Alsek; he seemed nice and talking to him helped distract him from his intrusive thoughts. He wished he could offer more to this conversation, but there wasn't much a mute kid could do when meeting strangers. He settled down on the ground in front of the other boy and touched his paw to the flower, his gaze expectant—he wanted to know more.