tell me that you need me
10-03-2013, 03:51 AM
He used to love the winter, wherever his mother side of the family had come from it had been cold so he and all of his siblings had been both blessed and cursed with a thick undercoat and a dense top fur. It insulated him perfectly in the winter no matter the temperature and seemed to keep the snow floating above his back rather then soaking into his undercoat and soaking him like it did to some wolves least built for these temperatures. But now with winter came the prospect of war, he had spoken with Erani briefly after showing up at the pack meeting he had all but missed. He had learned that he would have to start gathering herbs that would aid them in a war over the next few days. He had chosen a den within Valhalla that was beneath a tree so the ceiling was made of roots and he could wedge herbs upside down into the roots so they could hang and dry. Even if everything else in his life fell apart he would always love herbs and the peace that healing brought to him. Since meeting Erani and the other healers of Valhalla he had started practicing his trade with a new vigour. He had even gone collecting some herbs earlier that day. He had to find more later but for now his den back home was stocked well enough with drying herbs. He was torn from his thoughts as a howl came, a quick response to his own that sounded oddly close. Gaze was cast over his shoulder, eyes searching out the figure who might have called back to him. Her scent hit him first, before his aqua eyes found the lone shadow of a form standing at the tree line behind him. It hadn't taken her long to find him and reply to his howl and it made him wonder if she had been looking for him before he had called for her. Females sometimes did crazy things when they were in heat, just like Aislyn when she had decided she had wanted to get pregnant. But despite her scent he smiled slowly, the expression a bit distant and sad but it was a smile none the less. He would lift himself from his seated position, shoulders rolling back languidly before turning completely to look at the female. "Well? Care to join me?" He half called, tone a bit more welcoming then the sadness in his eyes. Though that haunted look would never go away. He sat now, facing her, to show he wasn't hostile or hormone driven. At this current point in him... He would be an idiot to try and lie to himself and say that her scent wasn't doing things to him. But he could sit and have a normal conversation for a time if she would allow. He needed company, needed conversation. More then whatever animalistic need might drive him to do anything with her there was that deep seated need for companionship. |