For the Love of Poem

Ahhh, so this was a sister to Poem. Sister and alpha of the pack. He would have to impress,  but he refused to be anything that he was not. The woman gave her name and already the striped man could see that she was feeling a little taken aback. A little defensive. It was to be expected. Family was important. Sisters should protect one another. No doubt Poem had men drooling at the borders. What would make him different? He would tell her.

Theory asked who he was and Sparhawk would give her the truest, most honest answer. "I'm just a man who met a woman in a cavern during a storm." Her smiled and shrugged lightly.  "A man who taught a woman silly, Russian love song. A man who collected blue clay to bring back for a grandmother to make pots. A man who sang sweet songs and comforted a sad, lovely woman." The brutes red gaze grew a bit more stern and he nodded.  "A man who took time to make sure that these feelings weren't fleeting. A man that realized a woman is a thief. Stole his heart clean out of his chest."

The redwood man smiled because he simply couldn't help himself.  "I come because I am very much loving Poem and I think she cares for me too." Maybe it seemed too good to be true,  but it was how he felt. "Family is very important to Poem. She loves this place,  this pack and all of you in it. I would very much like to be part of and to protect what she loves." Sparhawk looked to Theory, complete and utter honestly in his claret eyes.