Singe
something deep, dark, and mysterious.
His red eyes were certainly a contrast to the blue of the female before him. He also held white fur like snow, although he did share in the color of darkness as well. He found nothing odd about the female before him, nor did he find any feeling of tension other than his own inability to form the meaning in the sentence that he desired.
He listened to her, his eyes and ears focusing with intensity on what she said. He pieces it together, furrowing his brows as he thinks that some of the meaning got lost in his words. He blinked a few times, looking down at his dark paws as he thinks. Forming the words was...hard. Harder than listening to the words. He understood better than he could speak, and he knew this. He could tell that his ears would understand faster than his tongue could form new words. He would try though. Not all the wolves spoke words, but he knew she did. Since he knew she did, he knew she was one he could learn more from. His head lifts up again, determination painted on his face growing more handsome with age.
"Name...am told, Mothers give. My mother...does not give. My mother, no speak. My mother, no name, no speak. She no name, no speak, Sister give name, as sister name and Sister speak," he says, his words still cut a part a little but not nearly as much as his brother, and not nearly as smooth as Sister who he has not seen in many moons, a fact that still weighs heavy and brings him a feeling he cannot really... describe. "Sister Mother give her name. Sister name...Raven. Moons and moons, no see Raven again. Raven give name Singe and Lonhro. All have name?" he asks, knowing at the same time his own mother...does not have a name...and no mother to give her a name. It was a confusing thing for the young boy, but he wanted to learn more about...names, how they come to be, and why some have them and some don't. It would just make his world of understanding language a little bit easier on his mind craving knowledge and yet still pleased with silence.