Goodbye Graceful

Amos listened as the other boy spoke, canting his head a bit and frowning. Well, that sounded pretty unfortunate. Brightening up a bit he declared, "Well, I'm not good enough to teach but a spar I certainly can offer!" His slate tail would fan the air wildly, dark tip almost hitting his sides at the peak of his excitement. "If no one wants to help you, help yourself, right?"

Amos grinned and laughed for a moment, amused by how intriged the pack wolves his age seemed to be by his loner status. Nodding, he introduced himself, "Name's Amos Allantide, what's yours? And yes, I'm a loner. Have been my whole life long. Not that that means much if I'm a year old..." Shrugging at his own awkward attempts at a reply, he let himself trail off. Then, having noticed the stranger's scent and realizing it was somewhat familiar, Amos asked, "Would you happen to be from... Celestial?" That was what Aurielle called it, right?