Whitefish River graphite

Sorry about the delay! Ended up crashing earlier than expected yesterday,,, smh

Deimos. He has quite the resume; long accomplishments joking spilled out, and Eve can appreciate the humor behind it. He chuckles, unable to resist the temptation yet suppressing the urge to release a full blown laugh.

Pleasure to meet you, Sir Deimos, accidental trespasser, and starchaser. Vargant could be added, yet he prefers to remain optimistic that title will disappear. It appears the red-eyed wolf is interested, after all. His head shakes, confirming that Kastleoki is incorrect—Deimos cannot add proper pronunciation to his resume. If only he knew the truth behind the made-up word, for it is nothing as fancy as another language, or "castle of pines". A mishmash of names instead that flows off the tip of the tongue well enough. A namesake that will hopefully live for generations pass his own.

Kaistleoki, he pronounces again, with a shy smile, stressing the 'ai' in "kai".

His head tilts in question, listening careful to the proposal the lone wolf lays out. If he's honest, it sounds fair enough. He can't say he blames him really, for wanting to only answer to one wolf rather than dealing with a strange pecking order typical hierarchies have.

Oh I'm interested, he hums, mirroring the wide grin of Deimos. If you promise not to eat anyone, you got yourself a deal... and a new home.