The curious stares his wings got certainly hadn’t gone unnoticed, as they folded almost self-consciously behind his back as if to hide themselves from view. Drake both loved and hated his wings with mixed opinions, as they were symbols of freedom while also simultaneously attention harboring nuisances.

Drake’s first impressions of Eira weren’t necessarily good. As she spoke and approached him, he drew back, his mouth tightening into a thin line and his posture alert and wary. Her comment about him being a ‘strange being’ earned her a mild glare with furrowed eyebrows that claimed he didn’t seem too fond of her assessment. Even as she slipped off her bag, he tensed, expecting her to pull out a weapon. By the sounds of it, perhaps she wanted to rip off his wings and showcase them to the world as a trophy of having discovered an "anomaly," in which case he was prepared to fight her tooth and nail.

Er, well... claw. Tooth and claw?

However, his opinion of her shifted rapidly upon her reveal of food. And not just any food - she had offered him meat. Substance. Something that, especially out here in the desolate ruins, was incredibly hard to come by. Not to mention, he had to deal with having a slightly different diet than most. Having been born with various animal features left him with pros and cons, one of those cons being he was essentially a carnivore. He could certainly eat other foods in order to survive, but it would not allow him to [i]thrive[/i], nutritionally speaking. So, needless to say, being offered meat out here made the boy’s sunken features perk up. 

But wait. Surely there was a catch, and Drake’s hopeful expression suddenly dropped back down to caution.

[color=#A2A2A2]“What would you like in return, then?”[/color] he asked, his tone implying he felt there was more to this. That perhaps this was a way to acquire his services or perhaps give her reason to take something of his - or what little he had. Much like the settlements Dawn had mentioned, nothing was really free anymore. 

Speaking of Dawn, his gaze shifted to her as she spoke. He, too, looked her over for a moment, hesitant to go telling people he had just met in the wastes his name, but she seemed… Nice enough. She had made at least somewhat of an effort to not be rude or weird or what have you. 

[color=#A2A2A2]“Drake,”[/color] he replied, silver eyes softening just a little, [color=#A2A2A2]“Just don’t get too comfortable with it. I don’t plan on sticking around long.”[/color] 
A precaution of his. He really hated creating bonds out here when most bonds with people were temporary due to the nature of the hostile world they lived in.

His attention was then drawn to Overreach who was now wheeling his way toward the house and then, well… Around it.

[color=#A2A2A2]“... Should someone help him?”[/color]
/Or make sure he doesn’t get himself killed?/ he thought, giving a slight frowning.