Seeking an Eden

Drakan's nostrils flared, his chest rising and falling, as he took in slow, deep breaths of the mountain. The male awaited the response of the Apollyon patiently, his gaze softly set on the large male's facial features. He scanned across the scars that littered his form, intrigued by them. It was obvious he, too, had an interesting past. Drakan would never flat out ask, however, and would rather await for Elias to open up to him on his own. He was not the type to pry.

Upon hearing Elias' response to his words, he'd respond with a slight tilt of his head as his mind worked to take in the thought of spiritual connection. Drakan wasn't a non-believer by any means, but he hadn't personally experienced anything spiritual in his lifetime. There were a few wolves he'd encountered in the past that spoke of higher beings, monthly rituals, but he'd never seen anything first hand. Hm. Drakan pondered on the subject momentarily before voicing his reply. "I must admit, Apollyon, that I have no first hand experience with spirits- but I am open minded. The thought of such has caught my interest. I shall stay and learn the ways of Ruina." The black-stained male spoke in confidence as he motioned to move forward into the lands, to follow Elias' lead to the pack he would become a part of. Ruina. Eden?

"Speech." Thoughts.