SNAP CRACKLE POP

Pnuma jumped at the gentle jostling, fur slightly ruffled as he lifted his head. He blinked away sleep as he tried to get a better look at the stranger before him. They were equally tall as his new-found friend and equally intimidating. Though he could assume they were related, Circe's words only confirmed it. The spirits had calmed as he was falling asleep, now that he was awake and surrounded by two wolves nearly a foot taller than him, they started to act up. They whispered warnings and concerns in his ears, though none he hasn't heard before. He couldn't count how many times the spirits had reminded him of how much stronger a wolf was compared to him, or how weak he was not he was injured. He shook his head to clear it; he wasn't interested in the spirits' jibberish.

"Your Archon, right?" He spoke calmly, though the slight waver in his voice and his unsettled fur showed he still wasn't comfortable in the presence of the stranger. "I'm Pnuma, nice to meet you." His voice trailed off slightly as he realized Circe had said his name not even a minute ago, but it was still proper to introduce himself. He didn't want to be rude to the leader of his future band, even if it was only until he healed.

He lightly sniffed the splint around his broken limb, eyes wandering over the intricate stitching and all the components of the reinforcement. He was amazed at how well made it was, absorbing all he could by just observing the brace. He would ask questions on how it was done, but he didn't want to seem nosy. He shifted his gaze over to the monkey, which who he assumed had done most, if not all, the work. "Thank you, this is beautiful work." He smiled to show his admiration was genuine. He might have to find them later so he could learn their techniques or at least gather the courage to ask Archon about it.