What's good for you.

She seemed enthusiastic about her part as one of Them and he was a bit surprised, but didn't show it except in the slightest narrowing of his eyes. It was probably easy enough to miss since she wasn't really even looking at him. The boy's pride would have been pricked, but he really needed to pee more. So it was that he did just that, making sure his mark was spreading across his family's border.

"Yuh!" he enthusiastically replied to her words, glad that he had been correct. Though how he could have been incorrect, the boy wasn't sure. She didn't smell at all like him and she was standing there like her toes were hitting the edge of a physical wall, so she clearly wasn't one of Us, an Us would've leaped over to say hi and probably peed right alongside him. That would've been pretty awesome.

Spectra was her name. "Pekta!" he parroted, an approximation of her name. His chest inflated with false pride at her words, as if he had actually done more then what nature dictated a boy must do after drinking a lot of water or nursing a lot.

"Cawntanteen." he introduced himself. "Whurr fom?" he asked the Them, the Spectra Pektra. Where did she live, since she didn't live here? In that tree right there maybe?