Though his father had taught him early on that life wasn't fair, he had been taken by surprise by just how deeply unjust this all felt. He was allowed to leave the same pack where his brothers and sisters remained as prisoners; it didn't feel right. He knew that all his parents wanted to do was to give Steel freedom and safety, but at the sake of leaving the rest of his family behind? Part of him was thankful while another part of him wanted to return to bargain for his siblings' freedom. His conflicting feelings were a large factor in his current mood, and it directly affected the slight scowl that the young boy wore as he gazed upon this stranger.
"And why would I want to try it?" Steel would inquire. His seriousness was partially because of his own ignorance, and partially because it looked just plain gross. The male's voice had a strange drawl, like he was from somewhere quite different from Alacritia. Quickly he asked if he was hungry, offering to catch him something. Eyes would narrow in slight suspicion as he considered. "Maybe," he would say finally. "Can't promise I'll like it though."
He was unused to talking to strangers, especially ones so different from himself. The boy kept a safe distance from the stranger, still eying him warily. "What's your name?" He'd ask curiously. Though he was hesitant still, he didn't have much else to do -- and he was a welcome distraction, if anything.
