Her assurance that she is surely never unprotected momentarily sees the forest green gaze of the boy lift in surprise, head turning to glance about in search of whoever was supposed to be protecting her. Shouldn’t they be closer if they were? If someone attacked her would they be able to get here fast enough? He had never truly considered the logistics of it before, his mind a young, impressionable thing and yet in that moment Gunsynd gave some consideration to it. There were better ways, for protecting, maybe- he is almost sure. She explains about packs and his head tilts slightly as she does, regarding her all the same, the girl speaking as if he himself hardly knew of packs and yet the scent of Asteraia was thick upon him all the same. He was a Prince in much the same way as she was a Princess and yet he was not followed or flanked by guards or minders. Different packs did different things he supposed. Her assumption he failed to understand the manner of packs however is simply ignored for now, the boy content to let her believe as such, it did no harm and he thinks, perhaps, arguing with girls is a silly thing to do at the best of times.

“I suppose they would.”

Would his Mother send royal guards after him? He thinks it is more likely she would come herself and yet the thought of her coming to drag him back to Asteraia like a child is….foolish. His Mother was not his keeper, he had not endangered himself and as such doubted very much she would be upset with his exploration. What a thing it must be to be watched and guarded all the time. He is not so sure he would like it. Differences and simply that though and he is willing enough to leave the thoughts alone even if the knowledge he was being watched made him feel near self-conscious. She flutters her eyes towards him again, once more making the boy wonder whether she simply had something in them. The strangeness of girls never ceased to amaze him, the boy missing the point, to an extent of her childish attempts at flirtation, content to simply stare towards her blankly in some effort to understand exactly what response she seemed to want from him as she spoke.

“Gunny? I suppose if you want to call me that you can, no one has ever done that before though. I think it would be hard to polish my coat to look black though, all the black hairs are underneath, you’d have to make the silver on top shiny first and I don’t mind it the way it is.”

His shoulders rolled in a shrug once more, the boy calm, if nothing else, her attempts to compare him to something else black and shiny seeming to fail before she asked after his name and he told her the truth of it. A name was just a name, it hardly seemed important to him- though Zarah seemed to feel otherwise.

“My parents don’t really believe in name meanings I don’t think. My Mother named my sister Nevermore and my Father named me but he didn’t name me for anything he just- I think if you met my Father you might understand he has his own ideas.”

There was no better way to put it, truly, how else could Tobias be explained, Gunsynd turning his gaze away from Zarah in that moment, having no true desire to explain Tobias in depth having already confronted his Mother over the matter to mixed results. If Zarah desired to believe he was named for something good then so be it, he could hardly tell her otherwise. The topic of parents was not one the boy truly favoured to talk about, asking after her pack instead, pleased when she desired to oblige that request and moved aside to allow him in, his own silver limbs carrying him forward to walk beside her. Her attempts to be ‘alluring’ in her walk momentarily sees the boy frown slightly, half inclined to wonder as to what was wrong with her hips before deciding not to ask, following after her now with his own smooth strides and long limbs.

Diveen was much….different to his own pack, the flat open plains of Asteraia lacking the valleys and cliffs of this pack, his gaze lifted upward to look towards them, following Zarah to the cliffs edge to look down as she spoke and he felt his own eyes grow wide at the sight below. It was big, wide, the rushing water beneath faster then any that moved through his own pack. Maybe the sweeping plains were impressive travelling for miles and miles in every direction but this was different, this was new and for now his mind was intrigued by it as she spoke.

“Your family must be very grand then, to have ruled so long from one bloodline. I have not heard of those packs before but I will remember them. I know those names though. Heyel and Devil May Cry. I have heard them mentioned I…..have a brother, a half brother really, he was related to them, on his Mother’s side. Do you know Elijah?”