The other wolf didn't seem to recognise the name of his pack much at all, and then confirmed that he had not in words. Trent casually offered, though he wasn't sure why, "If you need a place to stay, you could always try at my pack. We accept all sorts of people." Trent didn't even really like the one he'd just met, and wasn't sure he'd fit into Cour des Miracles, but maybe he was just feeling valiant. He wasn't so sure why he extended an invitation, for he didn't really care to have the other wolf in his pack. But what was done was done, now.
Levent. And the cat had a name too, of course. Wilson. What a funny name. "Err, nice to meet you." The coywolf nodded hastily, feeling kind of awkward being introduced to a cat, of all things.
The coywolf's eyes lit up a little as Levent said that this wasn't really his home, and that none of the stuff was his at all, and he felt his spirits lift considerably. "Cool," Trent said, much like a kid on christmas morning, ready to unwrap his presents. The coywolf watched as Levent searched around, not sure if he was trying to help Trent or just looking for some stuff of his own. The question was answered when something was tossed his way (something which Trent might've considered something to be scared of in another situation, but since he'd been watching Levent it wasn't entirely unexpected) and Trent caught it clumsily.
Trent rubbed his fingers across the jeans, feeling the fabric. He'd never actually felt jeans before, just seen others with them, and could not help but stroke the rough fabric. "Feels kinda funny," he heard himself say, feeling a little embarrassed afterwards, because it quite emphasised how he'd never held anything like this. Trent quickly unfolded them and held them up to look at them (and, hopefully, figure out how on earth he'd put them on while pretending to just admire them in their entirety).