What's Left of Me

The body language and the monotone voice that carried the words of the wolf before him spoke of uncertainty, Elias immediately became a bit warier. One of his ears came back and downward, scanning the area around them while the other remained attentive to the language coming out of Cloud's mouth. For someone who had just admitted that he was curious, he held a surprising lack of questions. Though, the statements he made were sort of questions in disguise, were they not? Perhaps Cloud didn't want to admit his curiosity quite yet, perhaps he simply didn't know how to open this chapter of his life.

Had Elias not already met so many of his other bastard children, he might be just as nervous. This was beginning to feel familiar to him which.. was not something he was proud of, but he was coming to terms with the way things were- coming to terms with his past and how to deal with it now in the present. He watched Cloud carefully for a moment before he mirrored the same nod he had been offered. Cloud seemed far less warm and welcoming than Elias had been initially, which made Elias wall up his heart once again. A stern look overcame his face as he prepared himself for poison-laced words, perhaps another circumstance like Kane's.

"My name is Elias Praetor," he said apologetically, answering the first hidden question his son offered.

"I found her in the wild, she is here.. she's not too happy about it, but she is safe. The man you speak of is likely my brother. He told me about you, about the pack that one of my son's led. Did he happen to be black and white, not much unlike yourself?" Elias raised his chin, wondering how that knowledge might settle in Cloud's mind.