Lift Me Up

Anything you say can and will be held against you
The pale male would mirror that tilt of Dagger's head with a head tilt of his own, his ears flopping over slightly. A slight chuckle would fall from his lips at the information that the darker colored male had presented to him. Another wolf with a name close to his own. Wasn't that something else? He'd never met someone else with a name that was similar to his own -- at least, he didn't think he did. "How strange. Do we look alike too?" He asked while his lips turned up slightly at the corners, though he sincerely hoped the answer to that question was no. 


Casthiel chose not to comment again on meeting Dagger for he had already said all that he could say about it. Rounded audits would perk forward on top of the males cranium, and a laugh would fall from his lips once again. "Oh, that sounds interesting enough." He said sincerely, thinking to himself that he really should find a place to settle down sometime soon. He didn't need to be alone all the time, but the fact that he could remember nothing of his past but broken fragments of a shattered memory caused him to hesitate. What if he was a bad wolf? The thought caused him to wince inwardly, but on the outside he somehow managed to remain composed. The curious lyrics did not go unheard, but Cas wasn't sure how to answer that question. 


"I... I'm not sure." The male admitted, his ears flicking back to touch his crown as if it was something he should be ashamed of. "I can't remember much of my past, if I'm being honest." These words were spoken softer, and his crown would dip toward his chest as if he could hold himself. Who didn't know who they were, or where they were from? Would he think him incompetent? Blue eyes dart across the face of the other, and he began to fidget where he sat. He hoped he didn't get judged for what he couldn't control. 


"Talk here."