Little Ghost

So, someone had passed, which was why she was so shaken and saddened when he saw her. He hadn’t really seen much death in his life, but the thought of a young child being dead either from sickness or injury had to be tough on someone. If his children were to ever succumb to death, he was sure he would be sad much like the woman before him was. A slight sigh escaped him as he looked to the body after doing a thorough search to see what had happened before looking back to the piebald damsel. She was surely not like many females he had encountered upon his travels, but despite her kindness it really meant nothing to him. Showing emotion was rather hard for him, usually considering it to be weak unless it was absolutely necessary for him as he sat back down.

“Name?” He spoke, his voice deep and guttural as his icy blue gaze landed heavily upon the she-wolf. Perhaps changing the subject from the child’s death might make her feel a little more at ease. He never really considered himself much of a good guy, thinking of himself as someone who would use someone’s misery to his advantage.. However, when it came to this circumstance, the brute was unsure as to what he could possibly gain from this more or less a name but…

He sat upon his haunches, carrying a noble stance with the way he kept his head straight and properly positioned with the rest of his body, an eyebrow being raised as he waited for the woman’s response to his simple question. Even though he had better things he could be doing, some kindness did show a little bit by being some form of way for the dame to vent or voice her sadness; even if his expression read that he really didn’t care and didn’t want to be here at this point in time. However, that was what his face read all the time so nobody could tell how he felt or what he was even possibly thinking.