Westbound And Down
"Ehehe...sorry." He knew she probably wasn't happy that a stranger just showed up out of nowhere and started scolding her. But honestly, what else was he supposed to do? Let her eat it and then watch her get sick and maybe even die!? Well...maybe she wouldn't die. She would have probably figured out that it wasn't good to eat with the first bite or two, and then maybe gotten a pretty bad stomach ache after. But at least he saved her from that much. He had a stomach ache when he was younger from eating too much rotten fruit when they lived in Imperium, and that was the worst week of his life! He wouldn't touch another rotten thing if he could help it. But this placed seemed to be crawling with rotten things.
He frowned some when she shook her head, his brow points knitting together as he wondered what could possibly be wrong. He listened silently when she told him about her parents, his lips tugging into a deeper frown. Were they that sick that they weren't able to teach her anything? He couldn't imagine what that would be like. His mother had always been there for him and his siblings, teaching them what she could and when she could, even while tending to her responsibilities as an Alphess. Sighing, he looked at Kieryn as he thought about it. "Are you a loner or something? Anyone else that could have taught you something?" Had he been able to smell the pack scent through the thick stench of tar and...rotting corpses, he would have probably criticized the way they didn't seem to be teaching her anything. But for now, that would remain under lock and key. |
Dragon never goes anywhere without his Dragon armor, assume he is always wearing it unless otherwise mentioned! He also has a pair of seeing eye jaguars, assume they're always present unless otherwise mentioned.