Stop and Stare

The comforting pat was welcome, even if it was a bit…awkward. He hadn’t had others comfort him in what seemed like forever. Still, Sandor smiled at the touch, listening as she talked about her pack. It was interesting to hear how many relatives she had in Lirim. Sandor laughed at the thought of studying under a grumpy butt of a healer but he supposed he could deal with that if it meant he could learn. “Do you have fighters in Lirim?” he asked, head tilted to the side with interest and curiosity. His interests didn’t just lie with healing, he wanted to be a good fighter too…it was in his blood.

He grinned at the idea of being her friend and nodded, “thatd be nice! I haven’t had friends in awhile.” He laughed, awkwardly. Sandor once more sprang up to land in the grass on top of some fireflies.