He'd catch her attention from the giant tooth, her bright violet stare coming to rest on his features as she turned slightly. He'd find himself admiring her rather long tail, though th efur on his own was longer than most her whole tail seem to be elongated. She would turn towards him a bit more before he was allowed to hear her elegant lyrics. She had never seen something like it before, and her wonder would be much more obvious than his own. He was a rather curious young wolf, but all of the litter over the field seemed like junk. What did he know though, maybe somewhere under this mess he could find a pretty item and bring it back to momma Ama. He'd be distracted at the thought by the girl's name, he would nod respectfully allowing her his own. "I'm Bacchus," he'd offer as she walked away, his head tilting curiously as she moved to the next odd object. She would whisper her own curious sentiments as he followed her, coming a bit closer. He'd sniff at the material, it was reminiscent of his mother's arm bands. "It smells like metal." He'd offer, having been curious about Amalia's decorations for a long time now. "Maybe... hoomins?" He wasn't entirely sure he remembered how to pronounce the word, but he'd heard a little of the extinct species that had so shaped their world. Usually when something was weird they got blamed.
