HERNE DESTRUCTION we'll ride the coattails to the finish line ,
Nodding slightly towards the dappled pup, Herne committed the name to memory. "Nice to meet you, Chione." He tested the name out on his tongue with a twitch of his ears, offering the other an easy smile. The youngster rose carefully to his paws, ignoring the faint tremor that slid through his muscles. He was tired, but not so tired that it would justify impoliteness. And he didn't mind the company of this female so far - not that Herne really minded the company of anyone, really. He was all in all fairly content to spend his time with whoever wished to spend time with him.
Head tilting slightly, Herne sniffed the air carefully. The other wore an unfamiliar scent; it was definitely a pack one, but Herne didn't recognize it in the least. He twitched his ears again, curious gaze turning towards the other. "Are you from a pack?" Well, he was pretty sure that she was, but jumping to conclusions was not Herne's thing. Perhaps she had merely spent some time near a pack or something similar; a pack scent did not necessarily mean that the other was from a pack. Maybe her pack was friends with his! Though Herne knew little about pack politics, he did know that some packs were "friends" of his parents - and some were not. It was more simplistic than perhaps the politics truly were, but Herne was content in his black and white view of the world. The nuances would come later, with age and maturity.
