Little Goat Mountain gänseblümchen

ooc; no problem at all! :DD

Ignorant to the potential anger of his company, Diaval looked openly to where the male gestured, a small frown of contemplation on his face. It took a moment for him to calibrate his mind to accept the accent and understand it - he had never been good with strange ways of talking. Likely, the people he thought of this way would not appreciate the sentiment of being called "strange" but it was an internal and so mostly harmless assessment. 

Was this where he was before? He was sure he had exited Teekon around this place.

He looked around the two of them, noting the name and hoping it meant an abundance of goats. They should be something he could catch, even by himself. Did he overestimate his own abilities again? Perhaps, but he would know soon. Every success was a surprise, every failure an inevitability and it never mattered which occurred more frequently, his anxiety and doubt were his constant friends. 

He inhaled the scent of the stranger quietly through his nose, his amber gaze returning to the larger male for a second before flicking away to look at the mountain once again. "Are you from a pack? What - or who, I guess - are they...uh...around here?" his voice was steady and quiet as he worked out the next steps in his head. It was only a few moments later that he realized he might have been annoying and ducked his head a bit, a nervous smile on his feature. "Ah, sorry for all the questions..."