Fallen from Grace

The stranger's question both confused and intrigued Deteste. These lands obviously did not belong to anyone thus the wolf before him must have been in deep thought. An eerie feeling pulled at Deteste for he immediately understood that he had stumbled into a stranger's private moment. He intended on only briefly acknowledging the man and making his way home again but Deteste found that he could not pull himself away. You are no intruder. This land is free. Deteste stated factually, timbre unreadable even for himself. Slowly lowering his rump to the sod beneath him Deteste sat and watched the stranger carefully. His affect was strange and De could understand that he was involved in some sort of conflict. It was because of these things that he lingered, regardless of the eerie air between them and his inward desire to leave.


My name is Deteste. he stated factually, his guard never failing him yet his affect remained cool. He no longer anticipated a fight but he was unsure what would come of their interaction and if Deteste desired to leave at any point it was best not to invest anything more significant than a name. He decided he would not inform the stranger of his position in the Ludicael nor would he state that the mangroves were his home. These were the root emotions of a leader that had began to manifest their selves in Deteste. He was cautious in all interactions but his intentions were never insincere. He was never prideful but he was always aware of self. He watched the stranger but without eye contact. It was as if he was staring straight through him, beyond and into the confirs that surrounded them. He did not want to make the man uncomfortable but did his best to strike a balance between comfort and the need for awareness.