My know it all

Shrike would blink with surprise as the man spoke. So he wasn't blue because he wanted to taste good? It seemed strange that colors wouldn't tell you if something was good to eat or not. He supposed it made sense though that since the other was a wolf that he would only taste as good as another wolf. The boy would shift on his paws, catching sight of Quelt's chest scar. It was neat! Would he have a scar like someday? The boy would let his bi-colored gaze shift back the male's own, hearing that he wanted to join Abaven. Oh ho was that so? The boy would grin, bouncing like a ball as he spoke. "Alright then Mr. Riveeeers! Tell me, what can you offer Abaven? I'm Bass' son, so I can accept you!" No Shrike, not exactly. The boy didn't focus on specifics though. As far as he was concerned there was no difference between his dad accepting Quelt or him.

"Speech!"
'Thoughts!'