"Don't worry Runt, it's not too far for you." With his hands in his pockets and a taunt to the youngest packmate, he came to a slow stop at the corner of a block. They usually got new shipments about this time of the week, and his nose only confirmed that. Already, he could smell the fresh meat being cut up and set up on display.

He paused, however, looking back at Toboe when he asked if this place would be home. He stood in silence for a moment, staring contemplatively at the pup from behind his sun glasses, though his face was an unreadable lineface. Their world was dead before they had even made it to the tree, but seeing that world die..it made him wonder how long this place had. Hell, it was domed, there were no real plants, and no live animals that claimed to be native. The only promising thing he saw was the grass outside and the open skies--something he'd never seen so clearly before. But despite his thoughts, he wouldn't shoot the kid down like that. He was still young and needed something to hope for.

"Maybe. We'll see what the rest of it looks like, first." He turned to look towards the butcher's again, but there was that sound. He'd heard it when first meeting up with Blue and Toboe, and when his head cocked to look around, he saw fleeting shadows.