Sweet Nothing [Open]

It was only when Ghost had said she does not deserve his words when he became confused.

"Why, but every wolf deserves kind words." he said with reassurance.

The brute smiled as Ghost leaned into him against hhis chest. He was gentle and calm for he did not want to disturb the peace that seemed to fall upon the land at this time and moment. The air was clear and the sky was blue. The clouds were white and fluffy as the trees stood still and rigid. There was no breeze and no bad weather. The air had a chill to it but it felt good. It reminded him of the tundra a bit. Of course the past was in the past but what lie ahead in the future. His family had been murderous and cruel but alas his sister had not been like them either. The two siblings were very much alike but different at the same time. She was sort of quite and a bit shy while he was outgoing but it took a while for him to trust another wolf. The brute could only wonder where his brother Pontifex was at the moment. Either still ruling the pack he Octavian had been destined to rule before his brother or roaming foreign lands. Perhaps that was what made Octavian the wolf he was today. The peaceful side of the family, or the smart one. Octavian smiled at that thought as he contained a small laugh, what was done was done and he was ready to move on.

Octavian looked down at the white femme before him and smiled, this was a great day and he would cherish it for as long as he could. It was always the small things that counted.


OOC: we can end here unless if you want to keep going then I'm fine with it :) just PM me if you want to continue.