Mister Gorbachev...

The other boy introduced himself as Tyrian, and Tyto couldn't help but keep eyeballing him. His brows furrowed when Tyrian continued, telling him he shouldn't replace words for Hell and damn and the like. Well, he definitely didn't want to be the kind that wasn't taken seriously! He just...never really used words he was told were 'bad' because he didn't want to get in trouble. But then again...his dad wasn't here right now, was he? And who the hell knew where his mom was. "I'm Tyto, nice to meetcha." He stepped closer to Tyrian, head instinctively reaching out towards him to get a better whiff of the boy. He was clearly from another pack, obviously the one next door. He didn't know anything about them. But he was curious..."Does everyone in your pack look like you?" He questioned as he stepped back. He eyed Tyrian's fangs, wondering if they ever got in the way. "Your teeth are cool, I wish I had fangs like that. I'd probably be able to beat my sister in every fight," The thought of Theta having beaten him at the winter tournament still made his hackles rise. She didn't know how to fight. She was just a dumb cheater!