How Long

"Kinda far from home, aren't you?"

Sparrow jumped. How were others always sneaking up on her? Was she really that air headed? The tiny wolf spun around to a flash of a familiar color. The slate coat seemed to stand out in her vision as the rest of the world fell away. Her heart skipped a beat. It couldn't be. Did he come back?

"Ash?!"

As soon as the words left her lips, she knew she was wrong. There were no freckles. This wasn't Ashmedai. Sparrow shook herself, mentally and physically. Her eyes seemed to refocus. That coat was familiar, and that stature was undeniable. It had to be Ashmedai's older brother. She had seen him before the war, and at the party after. She knew him.

"Sorry- Angelus, right?"

Sparrow's eyes glanced over his figure. He really was large. She had so much she wanted to know. Did he know where Ashmedai was? Surely he knew what happened to Imperium- and maybe about the other members. She wanted to ask him these things so strongly, she stepped forward, her lips twitching with the question right behind them.

She couldn't.

She couldn't ask him these things. Not only would it be rude, but... well... it would be really rude! Sparrow bit back her questions and quickly thought of something else, "How... How are you doing?"

It was lame and very diluted from what she wanted to ask him, but it would have to do for now. Sparrow glanced up- well, really craned her head back to look up- and offered a tiny smile. She was trying to be polite and not too curious about his... everything; his pack, his family, his stature, everything.

'How are you doing' was a fine place to start.