Hoshor Plains ommatophoca

Sumac's face went blank for a moment as his mind tried to sort out the situation. The woman's unreadable expression combined with an unexpected question sent his brain reeling, scrambling to put the pieces together. 'Mac was also much of an open book, never having had to learn the social posturing games so common in society, nor worry about wearing masks. He also didn't judge - his family had been accepting of each other's quirks, and not having much experience socializing, the young man just chalked unusual encounters and behaviors up to his own ignorance. Such was the conclusion he made this time as well.

His golden-tipped tail raised and wagged a bit, his expression lifting from the fog of confusion. "You want to be friends? Sure!" he said enthusiastically, almost child-like in manner.

The Mackenzie listened intently as she repeated his name, as if tasting it tentatively, before trying it again followed by another word unfamiliar to him - her name?

"Sulukinak," he repeated, tilting his head to one side, "Sulukinak. That's a lovely name. Does it have a meaning? ... Mine's a tree." He gave a soft, self-effacing laugh. He was curious about this one's past - where she grew up, specifically, to have such an interesting name. But he had an instinct to curb his innocent curiosity, as it seemed too personal and loaded a question for someone he'd just met.