wherever you are

He would watch with great happiness and facination at the expression on this stranger's face. He would feel himself brighten at the joy but, when Starling seemed to shatter that..well, he deflated as well. Blue eyes would soften, brows furrowing as he watched the flicker of hope seem to fade away. No, this wasn't good. What could he do! He nodded quickly. "Sì, la mia famiglia." He repeated gently. His family, his pack. "Abaven, la mia casa, il mio zaino.." He clarified. It was sort of true, not everyone in his pack knew italian, but his family was part of Abaven so it sort of worked. Reguardless, he would smile warmly at the appreciation before suddenly realizing he hadn't introduced myself. "Oh, il mio nome è Starling Distruzione. E i tuoi?" He said politely, tilting his head gentle into the question. "Conosci l'inglese? E'un linguaggio quasi tutti qui sanno. Sarà probabilmente utile sapere... se si ha intenzione di attaccare in giro qui, che è." He suggested in his soft, gentle voice. Who knows, perhaps this man was looking for his brother to take him home to a land that spoke Italian, but it might help to know keyphrases in English in order to find his brother, if Starling couldn't help him.

"Burn Baby Burn" || "Bruciare Bambino Bruciare"