Suppers On

Killian had faith that perhaps one day more of his kin would find their way to Boreas. After seeing so many of his cousins as well as his brother Kill found a glimmer of hope. Maybe more were on their way. But, he did not allow this hope to get the better of him. The slate male tried to be very logical about things. If his hopes were too high on such a sensitive matter it would hurt a lot more when they never show. "I am just glad to have so much of my family here. It was a shock to find them with an Empire rebuilt so fast." Deathbelle worked fast and she had many strong Wolves backing her all the way. Despite not having interacted with that side of the family previously he still supported them all the same. Blood is blood.

A pang of pain filled his chest as she told him of her small family. They grew a part and she would likely never be able to find them if she tried. As someone with such a strong connection to his kin Killian felt bad for her. She seemed indifferent to it with her laughter but it was still a sad concept. "Hopefully you can find a family here. In the pack... or elsewhere." The Kleins were incredibly proud and bound by their ferocious ambition. It was something that was ingrained within him even as an outsider. The druidic tribe he grew up in were very tight knit and loving. Despite Killian's neutral nature he had a true soft spot for his kin.

Odette offered her support and Killian flashed a quick grin. "I have no doubt that you could do some damage." Despite the babe's demeanor she was still a Wolf, a competent one at that. Killian was sure if it came down to it she could get the job done. But, he would never allow that to happen. "You will never have to, though. There are plenty of warriors in the pack. If anything I know I can rely on Sirius. He is an impressive fighter all around. I wouldn't be surprised if he could take down an entire pack on his own." Killian was aware the Warlord was a well decorated fighter. The male was a beast and Kill would not want to get on his downside. 'I'm glad I didn't try to lay it on thick when I was flirting with his Wife.' A tiny shiver went down his spine before his eyes settled on Odette.

Killian nodded as she figured he'd meet the pups soon. It was only a matter of time, really. He listened to her next words with a grin. A warmth burned at the base of his paws as he thought of spending more time with the woman. 'Am I crushing like a damn yearling?' It was evident Odette was stunning but there was something that made Killian care for her almost immediately. He wanted her to be happy, perhaps that was why he lended himself to aid in the repairs and protection so willingly. "Are you sure? I wouldn't want to be intrusive." The male cracked a smirk, "I also snore. If you are willing to put up with that then I may take you up on the offer." Killian partly didn't want to walk to his own den and partly wanted to hang out with Odette some more.

The store of her mother filled his ears as the male devoured more of the delicious meal. He nodded as he chewed. The more barbaric side of him coming to light every now and again. The smallest of growls coming from his throat as he ripped crispy skin from the meat. He tried to remind himself it wasn't fresh kill and to be polite. But, after all Killian was a rather primal being at the core. Indulgent and passionate. - Odette was much more 'lady like' while using her paw as plate. His eyes were seemingly opened to a more well-mannered way of doing things. It made Kill think of his own tendencies.

Licking his lips the male sat up straight to look over his companion. She asked about the usefulness of antlers or horns. Killian instantly nodded, "There are a few uses I can think of on the top of my head. I've personally been looking to make some tips for spears and maybe a skinning knife." Killian raised a brow, "Are you a huntress as well, Odette?" He enjoyed hunting quite a bit and thought of being able to hunt with his new friend.