I Don't Know Why, I Don't Know Why

Aquila's eyes rounded in interest as the chattering not-squirrel hopped onto the other wolf's back without the other wolf so much as batting an eye at it. He must have been used to the odd creature doing that, which meant the odd creature must be with him. The pup hadn't seen much in the way of his own kind, other than his mother, so he didn't quite place the surprise the other wolf had evinced on seeing him. After all, he was much more used to colorful wolves than normal wolves, so it never even occurred to him that he was anything unusual. Even his father, Chaos, had the silver banding in his fur that Aquila had inherited, and it had turned what should have been a black coat into a rippling canvas of blue and purple highlights in the light. Aquila glanced surreptitiously at this male's fur, but the black stayed black even when he moved, just like Chaos' did when they had been in the cave and there wasn't bright enough light to change the color. Maybe this male was the opposite, maybe he only changed color in the dark.

The oddity of his coloration and his clear relationship with the chattery not-squirrel elevated him to magic in Aquila's eyes. "Excuse me, sir," he said, a little hesitantly, "but I have never seen anything like your... animal." He didn't really know what to call it. He didn't have any concept of the word 'pet', and though he had seen the owls nesting outside his father's cave he hadn't really grasped the fact that they were actually with Chaos, and not just there. "You must be from really far away," he added with fascination.