Redhawk Caldera I'm trying to fight the feeling I will fall to the ground

Half of what the golden boy said was lost on Capricorn, but he continued smiling politely up nonetheless. He was a logical sort of wolf and by extension, a good speaker. Slang never had a place in Capricorn's world, but he wasn't about to rebuke another for their word choice, however poor it might have seemed to him. Ashton wasn't his kid and he wasn't one to instruct others.

What he gathered was that it wasn't Ashton's pack, but he was in the process of trying to get into it. "I'm afraid I don't understand what you're getting at," he said, maintaining his polite smile but furrowing his brows ever-so-slightly to indicate he was unsure. "You're treating a fox?"

Whatever the explanation was, when prompted for his name, he responded quickly with, "I am Capricorn. You...?"