Window of Glass

Perhaps he might be more open-minded someday, but right he definitely was not. His parents had kept he and his siblings from straying too far for most of their lives so far. He was sheltered and his world view was narrow, but widening... slowly, very slowly, but surely. Still it was hard for him to imagine a girl her age out on her own, exploring the world without the constraints of a pack or family keeping him in line. Not that he was terrible driven to break those boundaries... was the rest of the world really all that great compared to where he lived? Was it better, or just different? Maybe this girl knew. He wrinkled his nose in slight distaste as she argued with him. It was a very childish argument but to him felt wildly serious. "I mean... maybe. That isn't normal though, is it?" he He countered, half-asking as much as arguing with her. Sleeping somewhere different every night and having no real home sounded hard, and he wondered how she did it on her own.

"Silent," he repeated thoughtfully. He remembered the strange dream he'd had, but brushed away the name as a mere coincidence. Perhaps he had just remembered it wrong anyway. It was an interesting name though, a different kind than the ones his parents had given he and his siblings. "Your name is nice too," Bronze admitted after a moment. Slowly, cautiously, he took a few steps toward her and eventually over the border. He wasn't sure he was supposed to go beyond but he was just a hop away anyway, and it felt strange talking to her over this distance if he didn't have to. "So what were you doing, anyway? Looking at the trees?" He tilted his head as he eyed her and then looked up at the tall pines, deciding he didn't blame her for stopping to stare at them if that was what she'd been doing.