Stuck In These Memories

He looked at her, and her height instantly reminded him of his mother's - and he hoped he'd reach that tall. He was the tallest of his siblings, and he wanted to eventually be able to top even his mother in height; it seemed like he might, since he still had several months left of growth that he'd eventually reach. Eventually. Six months went by slowly. Aquamarine eyes would blink up at the amethyst gaze of Mercy, even as she blinked rapidly - why was she blinking like that? He didn't know, but it didn't seem like, well, a bad thing. So he'd go with it. However... he frowned when she questioned his offer, though her tone was not argumentative like... like Dragon's. It was soft. It was still questioning his offer. "But you're pack," he retorted firmly, completely stubborn and not budging. "You are Imperium, so I sorta know who you are!" Yeah, puppy logic. You can't fight it.

She'd answer his question quite readily, and he couldn't help but rise slightly to get a better look. It was huge that scar, and he'd turn his gaze back to her with widened eyes. A tiger? "What's a ti-ger?" he asked, all while still looking at Mercy, trying to see if he could find more scars. He... thought he found one or two others, but they were a lot harder to see than the one by the ti-ger. He looked back at her, an awe and admiration clear in his gaze, tail beating the ground behind him. "So you're a fighter for Imperium?" he asked, head tilting. He was trying to ask if that was her rank, but he couldn't recall the exact... term. And then she asked a question of her own, and he'd grin, an excitement glittering in his eyes. "I'm Lykos, Lykos Ancora! What's yours?" He should definitely learn her name, since as she said he didn't know her, beyond her being pack.