a ship with no sails

Bane didn't notice how Silverback was choking up, but he did notice her rounded ears flick to attention and her one eye staring at him. That eye was menacing, with a downward slash going along the center from top to bottom. He like that eye of her's. So different. His words about fate reached her and the felines head snapped up to stare at the grey wolf, the leopardess making a comment about his assumption. Bane definitely noticing her sadness now.

"Odd it may be, but it is a helluva coincidence." Bane took the most nervous and cautious step of his life then. It wasn't slow. It wasn't fast. Just a normal step forward. And as he preformed this advancement towards Silverback he spoke all the while. Low voice, calm deminor. "I however take our meeting as a sign. Two kindred spirits, though not of same species, are lost amidst this land of ours though they do know where they are, they don't know where they are. Where they stand in this world. We just might be the last of our kind in our respective ways. But that tells me one thing. We are survivors." Bane settled his splayed paws into the snow and brought it's partner next to it. Bane fought the urge not to howl in sorrow for this leopard for fear of startling her.