Lost in the constellations

*Xephyris* · 09-05-2016, 01:37 AM

Silver eyes searched her face as he spoke, trying to notice her reactions. What did she make of all this? Was he foolish to think she'd care at all? But she listened, and that's all he needed. And then, surprisingly, she walked over to him to bump his shoulder with her own, a suggestion coming from her maw that he hadn't expected. "Just make your own pack then." He perked up, smirking at her. It was a brilliant proposal. His mood lightened once more, his long, thick tail brushing back and forth across the sand. Now that she'd said it, it just seemed so obvious. The thought had crossed his mind before, particularly when he'd been younger and even more brash, but with time he'd become desensitized to the notion of power. Yet, with the way things had played out in his life, and with his current predicament, it seemed a better time than ever to take charge himself and create the home he'd always imagined protecting. He'd spent so much time following everyone else's ideas and goals, putting so much of himself into it, yet he'd never reached his full potential, and every time, he was left on his own again. Perhaps this apparent disaster was an opportunity for him to really test himself, to show others what he was made of.

His smirk turned into a devilish smile as he looked at her. "I think you're on to something very clever indeed," he murmured with a nod, brushing past her as he looked to the small cove and the gently rippling waves, "It makes sense; if I want it done right, I should just do it myself and run my own pack. Jaelle, that's the best thing I've heard all day." His voice ended in a passionate rumble. He had just needed a push. It seemed he had grown a little soft and doubtful of himself over time, convinced that he needed to serve someone else in order to prove his competence. But suddenly he felt a fierce ambition within him, his eyes brimming with a new found determination - he would prove himself, by himself, and make it worthwhile for others to follow him. He could make this happen. But who would stand by him? He'd spent so much time in packs, and knew so very few wolves. He turned to look over his shoulder at Jaelle, quirking one brow. "Would you help me?" he asked curiously, "I know it's not your thing to stay in one place with a pack, but there are ways to work around that and I'm more than willing to make exceptions, for you. I could really use your help - and your company, from time to time. You know, anytime you feel a whim to drop by." He knew that she may have suggested he form a pack, but it might not necessarily be something she was interested in. Still, it was worth a shot to ask her - she may not be a fighter, or a stay-at-home type of lady, but surely she had other skills. She definitely knew her way around, and he saw value in that; she would know many faces, she could gather information, discover the best places for hunting or collecting herbs. It was a potential job that wouldn't keep her confined to pack boundaries and routine duties. His eyes never left her as he waited to hear what she would say, hoping she didn't think he was an idiot for suggesting she join a pack, her nemesis, like a ball and chain to her lifestyle of freedom.

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Lost in the constellations

Xephyris