Wolf tensed at mention of his birth, it wasn't the birth that bugged him it was the mother who birthed him. "I don't know," He replied and stood awkwardly looking for a way out of explaining, he couldn't think of any, When Breena asked him to wash his hands he ended up spending at least four minutes scrubbing off the dirt, his mother had kicked him out a few days ago and he hadn't had thought much about hygiene. He was sure to go back to his mother eventually but for now he would lie low and bed bunk with whoever would take him. 
"Sure, Im a pretty good cool" He replied when Breena offered to let him help. He stood in step next to her and waited for instructions on what to do

((Sorry its short I have a headache))