"Oh." Timmy said again quietly, but quieter than the first time he had said that. "Um-" Timmy said thinking, trying to figure out what to say. "Ahh, let's see here..." He said extremely quitely. Nobody ever asked about him before; for nobody ever seemed to care. "I-yah. I was born an Alphas' son." Timmy started out slightly nervous and he was looking away as he spoke. "My-yah brother was born minutes before me, so I- I was always the rejected one. Wasn't perfect like him anyways. Now my only friend, turned on me and tried killing me. So, ah, here I am. Left for dead." After saying all of that, Timmy glanced up at Hazel, then away again. He slowly turned his head to the side, but still on his paws. He looked at the ground, and away from Hazel. Then he waited for her response, though he was expecting silence, and maybe the sound of her walking away.