Hushed Willows he don’t drink, or steal, or cheat, or lie

impassively he watches them, not moving closer nor backing away from the weight of their attention. he's never had a reason to fear strangers -- even ariel's death did little, considering ariel was killed by a bear, not two wolves. and wolves visited elysium all the time, anyway. "mm, no," he answers thoughtfully, "my mama's dead, but my other mamas are somewhere else." probably looking for him now, come to think of it. 

he doesn't know whether it's strange or not that no one has come by yet; he takes for granted that probably they will eventually. "who you?" he asks instead, interested in seeing how long he can get away with doing this before someone comes to ruin his fun.