Ears swiveled forward as the women began to speak letting his ears catch her words and his mind absorb what was being said. He had never really heard her talk before, despite seeing her around the pack territory, so when she spoke he felt his left eyebrow raise. Why couldn't she talk right? He had no idea that wolves could have different languages. Maybe if the boy had been more social he would have been able to learn this, but the fact was he hadn't. The boy didn't interrupt her to ask the question burning within his brain instead he continued to listen as she struggled through her words. She wanted to help him? But why, didn't she know he was cursed? (or so the young male thought). He had probably already infected her with his curse by staying instead of fleeing.
His ears pinned back lightly as he looked to her, his eyes questioning her offer. She had also lost her parents at least this is what she stated. She didn't want to get involved with him, something bad would happen to her and he was sure of it. The young one huffed lightly before shaking his head no.
"You don't want to help me, I'm a curse!" he replied.
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