A Change of Scenery

Bane still stared up into the grey sky with a wistful expression crossing his features. It would start snowing soon. "Well, I had thought of something to say to my ascended little runarounds, live life to the fullest and take what ya can, give nothing back." Bane gave a smile at her and cleared his throat. "Tis my mother talking."

Bane scraped the bottom of his muzzle against his chest to rid himself of an itch, keeping an ear turned in the females direction as Eria spoke. "Anything you want to talk advice wise? What it's like to be tortured? Where to find herbs to alleviate burn pain. The loss of a mate who you shared your body with in an intimate passing of time. You say that ya haven't had anyone to call yours and be with them; keep looking and good luck because nobody has found me yet."

The grey male's tone had turned into a stern hardness of bitter contempt for a moment as he spat the words out. Bane paused. And gave her a 'I'm sorry glance' before pawing his nose with a dewclaw. "I'm sorry, old bitter wolf stereotype needs to be reenforced sometimes." The grey wolf gave a coughing laugh for a few seconds before asking. "Eria, do you want anything of me? From me? I can do for you? Too you? I have my ears and mind open, all ya have to do is ask. A wolf with earned, hard fought, undeserved and administered experiences is right in front of ya. Otherwised I'd take my leave. Don't have anything important to do though."