Dead Weight! [leaving fireside]

Tyrian listened carefully as she spoke, his eyes searching hers as he tried to understand where she was coming from. When she hinted at the incident that had left her blind he stilled. That didn't sit well with him and he rolled it around in his head briefly trying to understand why. In the end he decided it made his decision to let go easier. She was going through a difficult time and instead of finding solace in her packmates she was choosing to go abroad. That didn't hint at a mind who would mesh well with what Tyrian envisioned. He wished for his wolves to be a family or, if that was too intimate a word for some, a unit; pieces of a whole made stronger together. If things got hard if Abeline didn't fall back on those who had taken her in then was not that simply more proof she wasn't a good fit? It was good, he decided firmly, that she was leaving now. "Alright, well, good luck, then," he said cordially. "If you change your mind about an escort just give me a howl."

-exit?-