It wasn’t that Asriel wasn’t impressed or thought the other boy wasn’t cool. He just didn’t know him that. It was hard to have a lot of emotion when you were emotionally drained after all. He was burnt out, he had been depressed and upset it was hard to have large bursts of enthusiasm or excitement when you were depressed and angry all the time anymore. Being happy wasn’t something he could just snap into so easily. It really wasn’t the other boy’s fault, back in the day, before Moteuh was killed he would have probably lit up at the boy’s own happiness in an instant, but now he was becoming emotionally dull and disjunct. He might not ever be able to be normal again.

When the boy asked what Taviora was Asriel stared blankly at him for a moment. He never met someone who didn’t know what Taviora was, but again, he lived there his whole life. Everyone who came within a foot of him had to know where they were and what land they were walking in. ”Oh.. Um its my home, it’s a pack, and no… not exactly… I know I am not far… this is just the forest that is close by I think.” He says a bit uncertainly looking around again before pushing forward trying to find the stream the other boy wanted. He kept moving even after he noticed the other boy wasn’t exactly following at the moment. It wasn’t that big of a deal to him, but the boy wanted to go to a stream right? So Asriel was going to do his best to get himself back home as well as this boy the stream. There was a common denominator with both. Spirane. Spirane shared a border with Taviora, if he walked to the mountain and started walking the base of it eventually he would have to cross a pack marker right? Least that was how the young boy was rationalizing it.

The pure white boy called himself ‘Krypto’ Asriel thought that was an interesting name, nothing he really heard of before. He wouldn’t forget it or would try not too. ”I never heard a name like that before. Krypto. It sounds strong. I bet your parents have high hopes for you.” He comments lightly, he knew what his name was from, and Mot’s and Shem’s… they all related to god in some way. Moteuh, fear of God, Shem, resurrected by god, Asriel… god’s angel of death. He heard his elder siblings were named in similar ways… his father had chosen all but Mot’s name, but even though she had a name of the Aztec’s she still carried the same theme his father preferred. He wouldn’t tell Krypto that though, it wasn’t important and Asriel never really thought he fit his name… he was a momma's boy not someone who would choose life or death for someone. Though with his late thoughts… he guessed maybe he did fit.

However the second part of the question Asriel took a few moments to respond too. ”Sort of… I mean… Spirane borders my home… there is a creek that runs between the two territories so if we get there you will have your water and I will be home.” All became clear though as the boy suddenly said he was new that perhaps he didn’t know what Asriel was talking about. He paused looking at the boy as if he was some type of alien form for a moment. ”Wait, you-you never been here before? Moladion, I mean or just here? Where are you from?” He was expecting him to say some other pack somewhere. Spirane, Iromar, Glorall, Asteraia, Diveen… one of them right? He didn’t expect to meet someone from completely outside of Moladion. That was unusual to say the least, even for a lot of older wolves it was strange to meet someone that never stepped foot here again. If Krypto wanted his wow factor, he just found it.