Childish innocence is a wonderful thing, truly, minds so young and malleable as yet unchanged by the world around and it is this, perhaps, that so endears the young male to the young female before him. He needs no excuse to befriend her, he simply does, because she is there, because she talks to him and does not run and because he is of a mind to do so. He can be friendly, truly, when he tries and even though he is hardly the most social of creatures, the Asterian Prince is often given to enjoy the company of others on occasion. Her assurance that she had not been bad seems to please him all the more, though he offers no words upon it, long red and white tail flicking about as his ebony form continues to seat itself before her. She is a good listener, this one, much better then others he thinks. She does not laugh or chuckle or walk away from him. She does not tell him not to be silly or to go away or that she knows better and indeed he finds such things endearing in his newest of friends this day as his own ears prick forward to capture her words in turn and she asks of Angels.

His own head tilts slightly once more, unfamiliar to an extent with these stories, for neither of his parents speak, both are surely capable and yet neither Mother nor Father has ever offered him words, much less a story and as such her mention of the tales of pup-hood are lost upon him now- though he understands still, this thing that they speak of, these Angels.

“I do not….think that….they fly. They live in….Diveen, that is…..home of Angels. I have met…..one. They are white…..and red and…sometimes….white and silver and pretty….always pretty.”

He nods his head once more as if to assure her he is correct in his belief, for indeed he has met at least one Angel that he knows of, Lonhro having been present when Achilles, the Angel King, son of Isola, the Queen for longer then all others, daughter in turn of Heyel- the one all know, the one made of legend- had come to visit the plains and speak with Tick Tock. He had been there, he had seen and he had remembered, though it is surely clear indeed that he does not know all, perhaps does not know much other then this small touch of information and yet it pleases him still as he stands to place himself so suddenly right before her.

“Yes, yes, it is ok, come….come….come!”

He springs away from her with the energy only a young wolf can truly muster, leaping forward to lope a few strides away, waiting for her to follow, before leaping forward again when she does until he lops along beside her, content to lead her back towards his pack.

“I will…show to you….my den and…..my brother and….my friends and….my field. Do you want to…..see them all? This way….this way!”