When I close my eyes to this paradox place

The female gave a faint smile at his comments but remained quiet after he smelled her cheeks. Bane quizzically tilted his head, flummoxed by her lack of a verbal response. Something else was wrong with her. Loccain said she was fine physically Bane planting himself right next to her and stareing out across the lake with her.

"That's good, I was worried about ya catchin' a cold or another sickness. I shouldn't really be worrying about that since your our packs Witchdoctor, but it's good to see you again." Bane spoke with a smile steadily growing across his face.

The grey male was enjoying the silence being shared between himself and the other Seracian wolf, the blooming fellowship between the old Talutah male and his younger packmate was like kindling added to the embers of a fire. Gradual buildup. Then Bane saw the deer. The spindly legged animal drinking along the shore to the right a good kilometer away. "Hey Loccain there's a deer over there." Bane gave an upwards jerk of his muzzle in the direction o the prey animal. "Wanna go get it?"