Greatwater Lake she is dash

Ein slowed and snickered slightly to himself as he caught her in the process of licking her underside, her leg high up in the air. “Yeah,” He responded a bit awkwardly when she asked him if he was who she thought he was. Despite being the eldest of his litter he was the only one who hadn't yet chosen a name for himself. He had, at one point, considered Eirikr as a serious option but it didn't feel right for him; and then there was the whole part where he had yet to tell his parents that he didn't want to be a Viking. He hadn't actually gotten the courage he knew he was going to need to actually admit that to anyone. “Hey have you always been a girl?” He asked her straight faced and then hesitated realizing that the question hadn't, exactly, been what most might consider normal. In his defense, though, when his parents had rescued Junior he hadn't actually been aware of gender, or that there was an actual difference between 'boys' and 'girls'.

“Just exploring, I guess.” It was true enough. He had yet to approach Thistle about leaving, though it was something he wanted to do before Ragnar returned from his trip to the Spine pack. Mostly because Ein was making a painful point to avoid his father. “I don't spend a whole lot of time in the Bay anymore.” He admitted to her sheepishly.