The male's accent came as a surprise to the younger luperci. He couldn't help the crooked grin- accents were always interesting. People with accents had a habit of being even more interesting. Maybe conversation wouldn't be so bad. "Heh, I know that." He took delicate steps through the stray rubble and took a look at an old shelf full of books, scanning the spines with only half interest.
The merle man seemed to want conversation, too. A question. Ink turned and thought about it a moment, shrugging. "Just odds and ends. I have a new house to furnish and stock." The grin that came next was almost boasting- the boy was very happy to have a solid home to live in, and a pack to call his. "Name's Ink, by the way. Ink Trovato." He stepped over to offer his hand to the man, and if it was received, his shake would be firm and well trained- not a fighter's, but a business man's. Respectful.
"Just settled in North of here." He shrugged it off- his home was only a province or two over, not very far. It wasn't as if he were a local, either, yet, but his backstory wasn't all too interesting in his own opinion.
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