kiss from a rose

amber eyes fell upon the tailless woman as he replied, idly curious about the lack of limb, but otherwise as detached as ever. her reply he was uncertain of - it must have been slang or something - but he took it to be some sort of negative response. her tone suggested as much. lip curled slightly as she continued moving, finding himself casually falling into step beside her despite wishing to remain by the wall now that he was certain it was safe. his eyes roved about as much as her own emerald, even as he noticed the woman growing more subdued.
his words seemed to startle her, the german seemingly confusing her as much as english often did him. the wheat and rust female jerked out of her thoughts, and ansgar could see her drawing forth what she could remember about the surroundings. finally she spoke on the subject, two of the words entirely unfamiliar - these he assumed were the names of the packs - and an exasperated growl would fall from the male, pondering the situation. black lips turned downward as he sighed, glancing up to the dark sky in consideration even as the woman whose name he still did not know came up with a sound idea he idly listened to. the rain wouldn't let up for a few hours at least, so the falk heir found himself nodding agreeably. it couldn't hurt to try.
as she shook her fur, the german would follow suit sending droplets of water flying as he trotted calmly after her. when she asked if he was of the loner type, ansgar found himself simply shrugging and raising a brow - as if to ask whether she was coming or not. " ich bin ansgar falk, you? " almost unconsciously, the mottled male would slip into his first language, realising his blunder after it was too late. hopefully the woman would understand what he was trying to say despite it all.