Morningside Cuesta Act I, Scene I

He tries to convinces himself this stranger—now know as Tauris, has bought the two-word lie, at least for now anyway. 

"That's a cool name, it has a connection with the stars, right?" His voice is starting to come around as he attempts to make small talk, though he follows the pointing of her muzzle out towards the land in a still silence, observing for a moment, dull gaze flicking over the valley before returning to her. His eyes sting, no doubt red from the tears.

"I'm Ikaros, here now but no, not from here. I'm actually far from—" 'home' he thinks, feeling the burn deep within his chest increase. "Far from where I was born." he corrects himself. 

Tauris seems friendly enough- not like they would kill him, so after a calculating gaze he allows his scrawny body a chance to relax. His ears droop, his fur lies flat, and he sits with a slumped form only to realize just how tired and worn his body is. The dull gaze is still attached to the woman, taking note of her appearance; scrawny and ragged just like him, and through the resting face of which he frowned a small smile shone at the yellow plastered upon her legs.  

"You're not a pack wolf, are you?" He questions, voice a tad lighter. "Also, you have a bit of something right there." He lifts a paw to point towards the staining.