don't be so serious

Perhaps it was ignorance or perhaps it was so damn obvious. Imp puffed himself up, even more, rising to stalk. He was more or less jump-lunging at the other boy, mad that most of Recluse's kids felt it funny to piss him off. "You aren't!" he protested. One could even call it brave "you look like Ichor - like a lot!" And Imp remembered Ichor too, who was definitely not a boogeyman! "why does everyone have to tease me?"

He murmured the last part. Imp didn't feel sad about it. He didn't care, he was trying to make some bonds here and nobody seemed to bother him outside of his own blood siblings. Ma and Papa were there, always supportive but... Not anyone really in Habari was, other than them. "You're one of my brothers" he returned to the conversation after sulking a bit. He stared openly at the bigger wolf. Thank goodness it wasn't Widow he had a thought. "but you aren't Ichor, so who are you?"

Asking indirectly for a name here. Any name to add to the plethora of Recluse kids.

"he speaks"