Mount Apikuni Hla Oad

stigmata quieted as he was bade, aware that perhaps the boy wasn't very familiar with cats and their extreme distaste for a challenge. at any rate, it wasn't bad advice, and he felt no need to be contrary with the youth. if it put the runner more at ease, then it served them both for stigmata to simply heed the command. he waited quite patiently until the boy spoke again - even indulging in the silence with a bit of suspicious glancing to and fro - and he ventured a bit closer to the juvenile as he was addressed.

"stigmata," he told the sensible child, wagging the tip of his tail and keep his head almost level with his shoulders, to encourage their continued interaction. "who are you?" the smokewraith returned casually, looking over the agouti packwolf with sly-eyed interest. and why are you not with your pack? he refrained from asking at first.