King and Lionheart

He relaxed slightly, letting his ears rise cautiously “Mine’s East of here.” He said with a faint smile. The girl’s accent was strange, but not intelligible, the thought that she might be with another relative never even crossed his mind and as he grew confident that no one would suddenly appear and attack him he found himself fully able to relax.  “My name’s Rain, what’s yours?” He asked, allowing the end of his tail to beat against the petal strewn floor.

Without waiting for a reply Rain continued to speak, easing from a shy smile to a soft grin as he did. “My father and I just came here a few weeks ago, but we’re already in a pack, he says the leader is my grandfather but I don’t know, my father always told me he never knew his father and that I should be grateful-“ The boy rambled on endlessly, an open book now that he had gotten comfortable and could talk freely.