As she speaks her name he is amused. “Raven.” He likes this name and yet what was the meaning behind it? Perhaps not everyone had a name of meaning and perhaps they did. He would not worry over the creature. He was not the kind to be intimidated by others either. He has not been by the much larger creatures he has met though perhaps his disregard for others is a gift from the spirits or maybe a curse. It is a madness that grows within the dark mind of the demon child on that permits fear to vanish from his mind, to become simply an idea or thought. What must a youth fear anyway? No matter this day as violent natures where turned away and children were free to be children. Soon he is to grow from this childish nature and now perhaps he has a companion to do it with. Maybe then only time will tell.

His attention was drawn as she speaks and eyes her curiously. “What does she teach you?” perhaps it would be in his nature to be curious and enjoy learning maybe it would fade in time but now he is interested to see if she has learned something he has not. If so it would be unacceptable and he would force someone to teach him more… perhaps brother; he seemed as though he would be willing to teach him something but as he listened to her he reflected on the rest of her statement. “Why do we not leave to some place outside of my father’s home? Food dose not move it simply lies until eaten and if your mother cared would she not feed you when you return?” Perhaps mother and father would not like encouraging others to go out at the chance they may get hurt but was it not her choice? No… Perhaps it will not pay to get the only other creature in the pack open to accompany him killed. “Never mind… maybe some other time. I do not think it would be good to have new company getting hurt.” Be it for his own selfish reasons that he didn’t want her to get hurt there was no real softness or care in his tone. He simply was careful when it came to something he liked and wanted to keep, well for now.

He was likely to hate being small as he aged. As he moved to meet her outside the den he drew an ear as he entered the bright sun. He did not like the sensation and yet he grew use to it and learned it was to be accepted as an inevitable part of life. He thought on her question truly unsure… He would not let her go no, that would be unacceptable yet he didn’t realize the mess he was in. He had seen games but never played any himself. He was unsure of how to proceed. This was truly new to him and yet maybe he could get her to talk about some of the games she played. He could suggest some of the things he is seen; Hmm what a dilemma this was. “I am not sure. I have only played with a beaver and things in the water… What are some of the games you play?” He must have something of interest but he simply was not about to let his company go that easily so he remained silently to see if she speaks and to hear any creatures that might be off in the distance.