I'll Never Last Long
Féli was also surprised to hear that the collection of scars came from one woman, well, and a badger, in particularly. He canted his head to one side, a frown deeply visible upon his face. Yet she didn’t seem troubled by this fact. In fact she seemed to be content with how things were. That was… perhaps the biggest surprise. For now he remained silent, listening until she had finished speaking, and, in turn, turning questions around on him.
Félicien closed his eyes then, giving a soft sigh. “Wandering mainly. Being alone… save for here and there.” He smiled, a knowing smile, thinking of Zephyr, as well as the occasional one night stand he’d been with. Of course now that he was an older man such things were not really on his mind anymore. “I’ve been taking the odd job here and there as well, if it suits me. Mainly hunting down an old friend who I’ve reunited with… and it seems that luck smiled upon me again by bringing us together once more.”
Felicien shifted a little, expression becoming stony once more. “Though from what I knew of our pack… their demise troubles me a great deal.” It was a soft confession, and one that was not common to pass the man’s lips. “Those wolves were strong. It would not take the average opponent to beat them.” Féli looked upon Mara then, his silvery-gray gaze focusing on her golden hues. “I do hope you find whatever it is that brought you here, Mara.” His words, though rough around the edges, had a soft center. He meant those words… for each of them had something that lead them on a chase to this land. The question was; would they find it?