a little strange

He'd been trying to give the girl space, trying to give her room to think and to settle in. As far as he knew she still couldn't remember anything and his search for someone who knew her had proven unsuccessful. He had so many unanswered questions. She looked so much like him. Not just her markings, but maybe her coloration too. He had a kid with walrus teeth. It wasn't too much of a stretch to think a brighter take on his own blueish coat was possible. Even if she wasn't his, how many wolves out there possessed his markings besides his own relatives? She had to be related somehow.

Sure, he'd been trying to give her space but he'd done it while hovering. It was the thought that counted, right? After recognizing the whine, Valentine began to walk her way. Her unnatural coloring made her easy to spot and the brute had no trouble finding her. Even with some distance between them he could see her through the trees of the orchard where he'd been. She stuck out with the same vibrancy as a party of blue jays."Is everything alright, Illie?"