Angel With A Shotgun

Oberon twitched his ears, listening as the other repeated his name, testing it out, tasting it in his maw. Hmm. It sounded rather interesting in the other wolf's voice. He seemed to be much more in command of his voice than Oberon was, and the younger pup felt a slight twinge of envy at that. But he figured that he would be able to do that soon enough. Some day. "Thank you." A pause, and then, "Yours ish cool too." Oberon stated that with a twitch of his tail, but even as he spoke he was settling back on his haunches, tail curling daintily around his petite paws as he examined the pup before him. The other seemed to be quite a bit older than him, but that didn't matter.

They seemed to be content to be quiet in each other's presence, and Oberon appreciated it. This was nice. "Whas Valhaha?" The pup queried, tilting his head as he attempted to pronounce the strange name and failed miserably. He had never heard of that place. But then again, he hadn't met a whole lot of wolves. So maybe there were a bunch of other places that he'd never heard of. But his world had only been his den for almost his entire life and the thought of it being a lot bigger than that made Oberon shudder slightly. Other than that, however, his discomfort was largely contained, acknowledged but not displayed.

Nodding slightly, Oberon twitched his tail easily, "My home is very cool." Not that he knew anything else to compare it to. But the glowing waters had entertained him for hours when he'd first left the den and they were gorgeous. "Wanna see more?" The offer was extended without second thought; Oberon understood little of things like boundaries and trespassing. He just knew that he liked this pup so far, and if he was interested in seeing more of Oberon's home, Oberon would be happy to share it.