He hears others come but he is subtle in observing them; he moves in a way that his eyes glance across the newcomers, or that his ears flicker back in a feigned action of play so that he might hear their precise footsteps. He is observant and yet, he is content in allowing anybody who ought to see him to believe otherwise. After all, this event was to be... safe and so, he does not need to appear on edge or at attention. Instead, he is more preoccupied by the idea of the woman's game and the commentary presented by the Spirane storyteller.

He blinks several times when the female leans towards him, her nose so very close before his paw lashes out. It is then that she flops and he cannot help but rise up immediately, his ears cupped forward as his tail gave a solitary shake of enthusiasm. He was not entirely sure what the game was but, he had decided, he liked it; of course, he could not fathom why the other boy had acted... strangely towards him. Should he have spoken? He can only stare at him when he scowls, seemingly displeased with his actions and yet, he seems to perk up when the strange lady began to move about. In fact, he seems almost excited.

Vaguely, his ear had been turnde towards Sorcha. He listens, though the words are lost at times, as he follows Tristan's lead and scuffles forward towards Taika, his teeth seeking out her tail as it flops around. He does not seek to hurt, but he is curious to catch it; it's not exactly something he has done before. Sure, he had caught his own as a child, but there is something distinctly different about hers.

The story Sorcha tells is a confusing one for him, and yet he feels a vague sense of understanding despite it all. It reminds him, somehow, of his brief time with Kairos and the unusual sensations he had felt with her; a prey-like fear, he imagines. Is this how the girl had felt? Had Peter felt that too? He tilts his head as he idly nibbles at Taika's paw or tail, whichever he might have grasped in his near absent minded searching. He watches the others around him, gauging their reactions in silence.

He furrows his brows as the story continues, lurching forward in anticipation as Sorcha comes to a lull. What became of Peter in such a time? And the girl? It made him whine in anticipation beneath his breath, his tongue lashing out across his muzzle with his nerves. The unknowing... he did not particularly like it.