Break...away from everybody...away from everything

Mako's ears twitched. The male called Demonio hadn't spoken after Maka had. Mako himself was afraid...but he should't be. After all, he had no reason to be...right? Lifting his head a little, he looked at Demonio. The male was big, but kind. He had saved Mako's life, showed him kindness and not once did he get mad or try to punish him for having gotten stuck in the mud like a moron. Ears slowly perked forward towards the brute. He seemed kind, gentle, powerful still, yet his aura was a lot different then what he was used to. Slowly, and ever carefully he picked his way across the ground, closing the distance between them. He reached out, small body stretching forward to sniff the beasts fur. His body posture insisted that he was unsure, but at the same time he wanted to discover. Stepping back after getting enough of the mans scent, he glanced at Maka. Should he go and sniff her too? Her scent now was...strong...and strange. Did she always smell like that? Perhaps not. Wolves who smelled like that usually stopped smelling that way. Maybe he'd get the courage to smell her later.

His ears perked towards her as she mentioned something about "Catching Hare." Did she mean food? His stomach grumbled then, loud enough for the pair to hear him. He looked down at his paws, hiding the embarrassed blush that rose onto his face. Glancing up, he looked between the pair. "Catching hare...? D...do you mean hunting hare?" His shy eyes fell on Demonio, "Does she mean food?"