Give Yourself A Try

Branch smelled like nobody he knew, and nothing at all like Abaven. Perhaps he was a loner? He lacked a distinct pack scent, at least one that Corvus could find. For a moment he reflected on it, deciding it didn't matter either way. In order to grow as an individual, the yearling knew he needed to get used to talking to strangers and interacting with them... whether he particularly wanted to or not. Neither of his parents were the overly social sort, though, which made things a bit tricky.

Well, he was off to a good start, or so he thought.

"I guess so," the boy offered with a slight shrug. "Nice to meet you too. Branch," Corvus added his name, as if trying to stamp it into his memory. Perhaps he'd meet him again, and if so, well.. it'd be awfully embarrassing if he couldn't remember what to call him. "I don't usually leave my homelands much, but figured it was a nice day too. I'm from Abaven," he added, trying to be conversational, and offering a small smile to Branch.