He heard the sound of small paws making their way towards him; he didn't bother to move however. before long he felt paws against his back, two at first then with some sliding four; it didn't take a genius to figure out whoever it was crawling up him. His first instinct was to get up and shake off the ant that was now sat upon him. His ears twitched in amusement, when a young but commanding voice demanded to know his name. His eyes remained close but well aware of his surroundings, especially the arrogant ant.

"Sciathàn," He answered immediately, in a clear voice devoid of tiredness. One of his golden-amber eye peeled open to inspect the ant, then raised an eyebrow. He couldn't be more than a few weeks, he eyes were a pale blue and his pelt mainly held the colors of rust and white; though his legs had black and some darker tones coming into play. The grey-scaled wolf wasn't too far off when he started mentally calling him an ant; he was tiny, smaller than Sciathàn had been at that age. Sciathàn had now pretty much accepted that he was most likely to be the smallest of his generation, after what he had seen at the puppy gathering, he was sure. "You know talking to your elders in such a way, can result in consequences; you are just lucky I’m easy going." a smirk stretching itself across his maw as he said it. "So what's your name," 'ant' He mentally added to the end of sentence. 'Eh, if he doesn't tell me I’ll just call him that, he'll spit out his eventually.' He chuckle to himself.