There Is A Train That's Heading Straight

Devour The Day - Good Man
BIC:: His grin would grow even more as she explained herself. So, she really was a Malkia. Soon to be anyways. That would explain it. A ruler who had yet to take a throne. It only served to provoke his curiosity. So she had a story to tell after all. And the large brute loved a good story. Came from being raised up in greatness. No one could doubt or deny what the Folami had endured on account of their Nafsi. And it had led to one hell of a story to tell. So he would let a curious wag of his tail settle into his body language. And as for her body positioning, Obito had to admit that she smelled amazing. But despite his youth, the boy knew how to control himself. He was mature. So with a smile, he spoke up. "You need not worry yourself, ma'am. I assure you, I am a mature individual."

Letting his eyes wander to top right of their sockets, a thoughtful expression settled on his face as he considered her expression. It had only been a few days now. It had taken some time to cover the distance from the South to here, the southern part of Alacritis. But Obito being Obito, he could find his way back, retrace his steps, perfectly if he needed to. He'd liked what he'd seen of the place so far, of course that's because he didn't know about the ocean of blood that it ran on. Only time would tell how he adapted to that part. "This is true, Malkia. I am a new to this corner of the world, and my excitement wouldn't allow me much sleep this particular night." Looking back out over the pool, he pondered the notion for a moment more before the thoughts in his head returned to the woman's words. She'd said her pack was to be rebuild. That would imply that it had been torn down for some reason.

With a casual flick of his right ear, he would look back at her with a grin. "Such notion as 'I'm rebuilding a pack' warrants a story, you are aware, Malkia. My interest has been achieved." he would muse his words in a very gentlemanly tone of voice as he conversed with the female. It was a chance to learn some of the history of this land he found himself now apart of. And he held every intention of one day being a part of a pack, so he needed to know the history. Bad blood was a slippery slop, and he believed too much in what was fair to let himself be found on the instigating side.