He raised an eyebrow.
"It depends on whichever name you are talking about. I doupt Snowpaw has this meaning."
He cut his pant's leg and looked at his injury.
"As for your friend, it depends on who she is."
HE simply linger his bored look on the cut caused by the metal star and it started to burn up.
Returning his gaze on the other male, he said again.
"I do not know of many girls, and am not around people much so it has to be one of them."
Soon replacing the wound was a crust of burnt flesh. The smell of it lingered in the air.