Keith huffed a bit, giving Shiro a bit of a stinkeye before staring off into the woods again.

"Yeah..." Look! He was bad with names, okay? Ugh. He shifted awkwardly, adjusting the leg he'd injured his ankle on during Snorunt month. Almost healed... but not quite there, yet, so he was still stuck in the brace for a bit, and it was making it hard to sit cross-legged. "Whatever it's called, I've heard its not that bad... or aggressive... like some of them."