Fion grinned brightly as they were granted permission, and welcomed into the pack, to boot; he'd have help taking care of Daemon from this point on. Rubbing his hands together eagerly, he added in a bright tone, Oh, and Ah'm Fion! Ah dunno what 'is name is. 'E seems ta think 'ts Demon. He shuffled his feet and shrugged awkwardly, grin still firmly in place. Ah prefer 'master" ta tha', any day. Daemon looked up as the Boy's name for him was spoken, and his usual annoyance and Fion's refusal to understand rose. Aaaaa. Aaaaa. He insisted, his pale flesh no longer interesting him. He realized, just then, what he'd been doing, and began winding himself up again, casting a glance at the one called Sky nervously before he began wandering off, making soft chattering sounds to himself as if he were mumbling under his breath. In a way, he was; his name was Daemon, not Demon, though he certainly looked like one. And really, he preferred "master" to that, too, because he didn't need to be reminded he was a monster every time Fion looked at him.
Fion ignored the little outburst, used to them by now, and made sure Daemon was wandering back into the wagon and not off on his own before he turned back to the leader, nearly bouncing on his feet. Whut ahll da we 'ave ta do ta be productive in yer pack, then? Ah'm up fer anything! He was used to doing the footwork for Daemon by now, trading and selling as well as buying materials, and he knew the basics; he was rather hoping taking care of his Master wouldn't be the only job he had, now.
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