Witch's Marsh well i didn’t tell anyone, but a bird flew by

“Interesting.” He hums in reply to the name that graces his ears. 

He truly wonders if he speaks the truth when he claims himself to no pack. Oh well, it’s not his place to poke about his business and really, he could care less. “You look like you can fight.” He comments, a devilish smile tilts his maw upwards. Coingold irises shimmer with a fascinates wonder and he tilts his chin up to him. “Spar with me.” He asks. His tone of voice neutral, not really meaning it to be an order, rather it’s an offer.