Ankyra Sound into the rainbow vein

While he could be oblivious to social cues most times, it was hard to misinterpret the disinterested gaze of the other. Lucca's waving tail slowed to a halt before drooping slightly, the spark of hope he had had for a possible friendship in this new pack flickering right out of existence. Though he tried to keep up a positive facade upon his features. His greeting was returned with an off-handed remark, before the subject was quickly turned back onto him.

"A-a Plateau," he answered, "From a pack called the Redhawks. My entire family live there!" Well, most of them, anyway. The Blackthorns and Redhawks were an expansive bunch. "But, well, Rusalka is my new home now!" For the winter, anyway. He shifted before regarding the hooded boy again, noting he seemed much younger than himself, though didn't act like it. "Were you born here?"