One two three, one two three, one two three. His mind counts as each paw falls against the earth- but upon the third stride, the process resets and he begins it all again. A twisted phantom of a smile is stretched across pale lips, and his mismatched gaze is bright with amusment- among other things. HavenWYCK is not paying attention to a single thing around him, save for his palls hitting the ground. He has no idea where he is, nor does he even think about it. It might not have yet even dawned on him that he is somewhere different than where he was before. The connection was not made to him as it was to others. His mind did not work like that.

The pale boy was different from most wolves, but it wasn't something he acknowledged or even thought of. It simply wasn't something that was of any concern to him. He merely went about doing whatever it was he felt like, when he wanted, how he wanted. Tearing his gaze away from his paws, he sweeps his eyes of orange starbursts and lavender before him. There is shade and shade sounds good to Haven. A wolf is in the shade he finds, and he tilts his skull to the right as he approaches. He does not say anything for the first few long moments. Nor does he even seemingly observe. He stares, his gaze bright but not with curiosity or really anything. They're just bright.

Without any warning, his jaws are parting, his voice coming forth vaguely distracted and absentminded. "Why are you alone?" Not the most normal of first words to another being, but it was as Haven was- quite out of place. Without a care, he easily reclined himself back on his rump within the confines of the shade and the proximity of this wolf, waiting to see if he would get a reply. Perhaps this other was mean and ruthless and cruel like others and would chase him out and away. Perhaps he would have new scars this day. He waited, and he stared as he did so.

2 years - male - no soul - no heart - no home