Ophi didn't really care where people came from. If they weren't causing him problems, what did it really matter? He knew a little bit about what was going on. However, the pale colored youth preferred his own world at times. There wasn't anything wrong there. There was the strong possibility that it might change as he grew older and found his place in the world, but for now it was just easier to move with the flow of the world around him. Wherever Natiya was from, in this moment, didn't matter. Just she mattered because this was the situation in which they had ended up finding themselves in.

"You should go to the forest more often. All kinds of birds sing there," he suggested with a wave of his tail. His bright blue-violet eyes stayed on her. Even when she spoke, it was like music to his ears. Why weren't there more wolves at home like this? He remembered there being one who had a pretty voice, but she had passed away in the winter. It was rather sad. Ophi still thought Natiya's voice was prettier though, like it was meant for song. Oh, you should come to Taviora!" the boy exclaimed excitedly, "There's a spot lots of birds like to sing. I bet we could find one."

It did not even register in his mind that she might be unwelcome. Surely if she was there visiting as his friend, then they wouldn't care where she came from. His tail continued to wave when she gave her name in return. "Natiya..." he echoed, "Beautiful..." Ophi was quiet for a couple seconds as she blinked and asked about what he was given his rather herb-y scent. "Uh... More of a... I guess a shaman, I think is the word? Higher planes of seeing and such. Let's me get close to the sky," he explained. It was a rather poor explanation, but it was the closest he could figure to what he like without outright saying he simply liked the way it made him feel.