[Aniya]

Thatcher tipped his head forward in a small nod. “Mmh, yeah.” He’d never worried himself too much about packs, but this was definitely news to pass onto his sister. She liked to wander, and while she could certainly hold her own in a scuffle, the last thing Thatcher wanted was to come across her injured somewhere... or worse. Neither of them needed a repeat of the tragedy that had occurred not so long ago.

“What, ‘s Rusty like a secret name?” he grinned, tail perked and swishing behind him in a playful manner. Both of his ears swiveled forward as he listened to the other talk. Fortunately, or maybe not so fortunately for RJ, Thatcher’s hearing was on point, and he didn’t miss any word the alpha spoke, even the last mumbled bit.

He barked out a laugh, hopped once in clear excitement. “Ah! I know ya! That’s why that name sounds so familiar!” Thatcher eventually sat back down, the grass splayed beneath his figure. “Well, I don’t know ya, but I recognize the name. In fact, I think my sister was the one who told me ‘bout you. Some upstanding alpha in Florida — that’s about all I got though, I used to not be bothered watching the news or what have you.” His eyes remained alit with intrigue. “What’s it like being a leader? How many people ya got in your pack?” Having never been involved in a pack in the entirety of his life, it was only natural for the young omega to have questions about what it was like to be in one.