It was almost weird to be around a puppy that was normal-sized -- that was wolf -- after having met so many in optime form. Trent wondered if they left the doors open all the time so that he would be able to go where he wanted. Or maybe he could shift, but just hadn't yet; the coywolf wasn't exactly sure how getting the virus worked, although he figured that if his parents had it -- and they probably did, considering pretty much everyone he met here did and their culture revolved around having thumbs -- then the boy was infected, too. Maybe there was an age limit, or maybe the boy just preferred his four-legged form for now.
He mentioned there were others with stuff; a Strelein, and then the city. Halifax. It seemed the safest place to go look for stuff, even if Trent didn't feel like leaving the pack territories much just yet. But neither did he want to end up the King's breakfast, lunch or dinner by screwing up again. I guess I'll have to go to the city,
he said with a sigh; though he seemed to be talking more to himself than to the young prince. You're lucky to be born with so much stuff.
Now he looked at Skoll again, even though it was more of a statement, again, than a question. Trent felt jealous, and then felt pretty low for being so envious of a little boy.