Lessons never end

It would take her to the end of his small speech for her move. He had only looked at her long enough to tell her the plants were hers because he couldn't handle the way she looked at him without it showing in his face just how much it hurt. So he had stared at the plant the whole time he had spoken, even now he looked at the plant only to glance up at Calli long enough to know that she was still there. He had done his best to keep his feelings locked away behind and emotionless mask, but he was sure that she would notice he was doing everything he could to avoid looking at her for more than a few seconds at a time.

Out of caution, he was sure, she wouldn't move toward the plant until after he had given her everything he new about them and even then she still looked at him as if he were going to pounce on her at any second. Her admittance to not finding the plant would cause him to look at her now. He would look at her and shake his head, he had known the younger healer for most of her life. "No, if it had been right under your nose, you would have found it. Your too stubborn not to." The moment the words had left him his eyes would turn away from her once more.

When she was at the plant he would find a new thing to look at, his paws. A small barely audible sigh would escape Maximous. He hoped she hadn't heard it as it was full of regret. Regret of everything that happened, starting with the day he left his birth pack. If he had never left the dark woman before him would never have met him, and he would never have had the chance to fall in love with her. She would not look at him the way she did now because he would be married to a woman who had no feelings for him but who bore his children. A woman who would have been given to him by his alpha and father despite the many times she begged to marry his best friend.

When she finally spoke again, his thoughts had been in a downward spiral as he realized no matter what path he had chosen his life would still be miserable. In either life he was destined to be without friends and love, that it was high time he accepted that depressing fact. This time when he looked at her it would be because he wanted to ask her who she was and what she had done with the Callisto he knew, loved and couldn't have. Those words had never left her maw before, not to him anyway. She never thanked him for anything. His brows would rise with surprise before lowering back down and scrunching together. He had questions, lots of them. "Why thank me now? You have never thanked me for anything....ever. What changed?" His voice was devoid of anything but curiosity.