Lion Head Mesa Til the break o' dawn

Fallen Sun, indeed, understood little of what was going on. Soot Teller was there, so it couldn't be too awful bad, but what perhaps was exactly said was frustratingly out of his comprehension. The golden boy followed the black wolf he knew as Soot Teller, even if he couldn't quite tell the wolf of many words what he'd been calling him for so long. 

His head tilted slightly, unable to figure out what the trio was doing, or who they were supposed to trust. He whined slightly.