Truly, the boy is olbivious at times to the technicalities of conversation and the formalities involved. If anything, it only seeks to make him more honest, his intentions seldom concealed even if his thoughts remain behind his teeth. However, he does notice Halcyon's uncertainty, his head falling into a tilt of fascination as the boy simply utters a dazed oh. Even he knows this means something and so, he fast understands that his choice to disclose such information if unusual in some way. He has never met another wolf of what one might consider royal blood - would they happily accept the title of prince? He is curious about it. Perhaps he will find the answer during his time in Iromar.

Nonetheless, he does not spend too much time pondering a question he will not have answered now. Rather, he is more eager to understand Halcyon better. It is not everyday a wolf comes to Glorall seeking him and so, he is especially curious as to why this wolf had come to do so. Sure, he was not called for specifically and yet, isn't that odd in itself? Internally, he shrugs off the question and externally, he nods along in encouragement as Halcyon reveals more of himself. It makes Elohim's brow rise and he is quick to speak finally, fascination blatantly in his voice.

"So much but so young," he is in awe in a sense, amazed that a wolf can possess so much skill and yet barely be considered an adult. "More than most," he summizes a moment later with a simple nod. It is a compliment, thinly veiled, and yet he spends little time fussing over such things. Instead, he is drawn next to whatever curiosity is placed in front of him, stepping towards the marshes furthermore.

He thinks on Halcyon's words and yet, before he is able to respond, the boy is off; it takes Elohim a moment to register the other's intent and so, he is off after him soon after. He moves awkwardly across the marshland, his paws unadjusted to the texture of the mud and soil beneath him and he cannot help but attempt to sniff at and watch everything around him even as he runs after his companion. It is undignified, even he knows that, and yet he does not care in this moment. He is enjoying himself, after all, and so he is happy to forget any arbitry expectations placed upon him based solely on his blood or position within a political hierarchy that he does not care for.

He slows as he approaches Halcyon's rear, dropping down to a crouch as he approaches and comes beside the other boy. He watches out from their hiding place as the deer stand in the water - in the water! His head tilts and his brows furrow. It is an unusual sight, after all. They seem content, too content, and he cannot imagine them being so comfortable in the waters of Glorall. It makes his tail twitch as he eyes Halcyon. "On land," he begins, eyeing the deer momentarily again, "are they fast?" He cannot help but think there must be some trade off for their choice to remain in the water. "How does one... hunt one?" He turns back to them now, shuffling forward an inch or two, as he observes them so very intensely. He is curious about them and half tempted to leap forward to startle them; he wants to know how they move. If this is the prey that Iromar must deal with, he is even more curious as to the quality of their hunters and the unusual methods they must employ. Everything here is so very, very interesting.