Emberwood no way out

Had the younger boy decided to come clean about his lie, Alastor would not have been mad; after hearing an explanation, of course. He could understand the cautions one might have of strangers, especially when they are wandering in an area unfamiliar to them. Not long ago, he had been that wolf, and everyone was a stranger and everything unknown. Luckily he'd found himself a home, though, and was now even working to learn more about the areas around his home. Still, he would be able to understand, as the time had not been so long ago for him to have forgotten just how it felt to be that boy. To be the lone Greek, and to know hardly anyone who spoke his native tongue, was difficult on him, still, even if he was quick to hide it.

The yearling allowed his chest to puff out with pride when he was asked the name of his pack before answering. "Noctisardor Bypass," he answered, grinning cheekily. His childish grin stayed plastered across his face as he was told of the other boy's pack, but dropped the second he learned that his brother had been taken. His sister had been taken and killed when they were still tiny, but he could remember what happened, as well as how he felt. Sure, his brother was still alive (and presumably well), but the two boys never got along in the same was as they each did with their sister. "How could someone do that?" The question was more to himself than 'Starchaser', as he was unable to wrap his head around it. "I can't believe someone would do that... I hope you can get your brother back, Starchaser. Losing a sibling is a terrible thing to go through."