Grasping straws
08-16-2016, 07:10 PM
He was going to try and better himself, because if he didn't he had plenty of wolves he would let down. That incident at the border, well he knew he was stupid. Foolish enough as he was he was not stupid and he could learn. When he heard Avalon's voice. He picked up the careful crown of flowers from his herb hunting adventures. Appearing at the entrance he smiled, presenting the crown. Hopefully she would allow him to place it on her head. As the male either placed it on her head or set it in front of her he would look at Avalon.
“An apology, and a gift before we check on you.” Vereux gestured inside as he would lead her to the very large chamber right near the entrance he had chosen as the communal den. Lined with various furs and other things it was a comfy place to be. Shelves from unknown being holding different plants that smelt strongly of mint and other things. As he took a seat, he tried to relax himself as he watched Avalon.
“Vereux” “Avalon” |