Noctisardor Bypass ides

He was young -- for his size, that is. The sire could tell. A certain awkwardness to the boys voice that made a warm smile curve his lips. It was a slightly better interaction in comparison to the first impression he'd recived from Wylla and Mahler -- one that eased his nerves. There were no hard feelings towards either of them, though, since grudges have always been a burden to hold...

"I am from the coast. You can call me Mateo." He responded with a tail swaying softly behind him. There was a moment where he'd wonder if the dark sire was related to Mahler in any way, as the two of them shared a similar atmosphere...

"--and you are? "