When hell freezes over

His smiled tugged a little wider, as well as ever eh? Well that was good at least. For a moment he was worried she might have been hurt or ill, perhaps that being a reason she showed up, but to his relief, that was not the case. "That's good," He noticed her looking him over, her gaze shifting to the newly acquired scars on his face and he suddenly felt embarrassed. Dare he tell her he lost his last fight? While he was proud of his scars and the effort he put into fighting, his pride told him no. At least...not now, anyway. "Ah yes, we went on a raid against another pack. We did well, though some of us came away with some pretty serious injuries...though I imagine my fighters gave the Celestians a run for their money, too." It seemed that way, anyway. It had been too fast paced and hectic for him to really know what was going on around him, but he knew Greed had come away with barely a scratch and quite proud of himself. He made a mental note to seek out the newly appointed warrior and have a talk with him.

His ears laid back in embarrassment again. He looked good with scars? He was a bit flustered (which seemed to be happening often lately), but he kept himself as composed as he possibly could keep himself right now. "A testament of my hard work, I think. Though the way I got them was a bit brutal, I guess I don't regret them." At least, not yet. Recovering, he peered at her with curiosity again. "So, what brings you here? Surely it's not just to say hi and chat, is it?"


"ROAR"