In a, dare he say, family of oddballs worthy for freakshow attrations, being considered an outcast was quite the feat. Should he be proud of obtaining the title of resident weirdo? Granted, he had an advantage as the friendly neighborhood ghost. Aw, what the hell, Beck never had a trophy before anyway. Might as well brandish it with pride then, he supposed.

    The wolf adorned in outlandish garb below his branch, however, could have challenged him for the position and won. A surprisingly polite Crow approached, and Beck leaned forward on his perch, tucking bandaged paws under his chest. Their terse conversation wasn't any fun at all. "Why?" the boy chirped, his shrill tone lilting as he owlishly tilted his head to the side and blinked down at Perpetualpaw from his higher ground -- or higher branch? Who cares. Swiping his tongue over razor-blade teeth visible through the disfiguring scar on his snout, Beck rolled onto his back and allowed his front half to dangle from the branch, auburn cowlicks falling from his eyes. Now viewing her from an upside-down perspective that made his gut clench in the despised memory, the medic offered an ear-splitting giggle, "What's with tha-at mask of yours? It's funny-lookin'!" Yeah, like he was one to judge masks or helmets or... whatever it was.