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Her eyes turned back towards him searchingly as he quietly asked his question. His rusted ears perked forward as he sat back on his silvery paws. Ox was unabashed as he watched her contemplate the answer. She had to think about the pros and the cons, much like he suspected. He listened to her answer and nodded softly, he could understand where she was coming from. If he hadn’t believed the brutality of the pack he did when she mentioned her life being forfeit when she didn’t bring forth new slaves for their army. He pushed down any thoughts of potentially impregnating her himself.

He gave her a half smile, feeling like he was succeeding in bringing her forth from her shell. Her gaze lingered upon him for longer now, and she seemed more confident with her mirrored questions. ”Never.” He answered cryptically, unsure if he wanted to elaborate. Leaving Nysa and his uncle behind had been the greatest feeling of his life. Oxide adored his freedoms, and despised responsibility. Too much to tie him down, keep him in one place too long. His feet always had to be moving.

”I still travel, but now I go where I want.” He started, wondering how much he wanted to tell her. He forgot that she wasn’t Eris, and he couldn’t allow his tongue to be too loose. ”And I don’t have anyone watching over my shoulder, waiting to criticize my every move.” He told her softly, allowing a peek into his life before he’d broken free.