Lightly, Lightly, Flowers Dance

OOC: Thanks for the thread. c:

Alastor was slightly shocked to learn that the male wasn't as social as his female counterpart. To him, he seemed as if he was, but perhaps the boy had read into him incorrectly. Certainly wouldn't be the first time he had. Either way, he was still the brightly colored man, and still more social than the boy had been acting as of late. “You don't come off as being less social than her,” the Greek pointed out. When he imagined someone as being antisocial, even just slightly, his mind provided him with an image of a wolf huddled up somewhere. One that would hiss or something, maybe even scuttle away, if ever confronted with something that would make them socialize with another living being. His mental picture was a bit over the top, he would admit, but it didn't change him from not seeing his companion as being any less social than Crëyr.

The yearling had never once stopped to consider whether or not his way of acting and such could come off as being anything but casual. On the land that held his family, such a thing did not exist. Nearly everyone was as polite and formal as himself, turning such a way of life into being normal and casual. He had taken notice to how much more laid back many are in the Wilds, but couldn't bring himself to change, as it went against how he was raised. Alastor would continue to be as polite and such as he could, unless something or someone forced him to be anything but. With that resolution fresh in his mind, the boy continued on with the beta to finish up the border patrol. After, he gave his farewells and wandered away, off to find something else to occupy his time.