Two turtle doves

The news of his father being an alpha now still struck him as a little strange. Granted he thought it was cool as fuck too, but what did that mean exactly? Would he have to give up his stuff and his den for his dads pack? Or could he keep that stuff and his den and fight anyone who dared try to take it from him? The thought of fighting someone else to keep his established domain was very appealing, and his imagination soon died away when he spotted something. Or rather...someone. Pale eyes stared at the stranger. He had never seen this wolf before, but then again he didn't get out much to have met anyone. He looked like he was collecting things, and Ares wanted to know who, what, when, where, and why.

Rolling his shoulders, he stood tall in all his lanky glory and sauntered towards the much older man. But as he got closer, he heard the odd sound of something he'd never heard before. He peered up into the same tree as the other man, head tilting every which way as he watched them and listened to them. "What are those?" He questioned to himself, though loud enough for the other man to hear (and hoped to get an answer).