Sweet Nothing [Open]

He moved closer to her, drifting nearer, his scent, something akin to pines swept about her, but he did not move close enough to be considered invading and the dame did not move, her muscles remained lax and sedated. The voices whispered, constantly speaking with her, clawing their opinions into her psyche. It was difficult for her sometimes... so many thoughts, so many ideas... it was a bit overwhelming. Perhaps her past really had cracked her beyond repair? The caverns creaked, water droplets creating a vast echo. This noise pulled some of the attention away from her sudden companion. How long had she been alone? How long had she lived locked away in her mind? She knew not... but it had taken its toll.

"I fare well enough I suppose... I have lost Valhalla. I cannot say I am saddened by the prospect, I was not close to its vast majority nor its rulers. A bit of a loner...as always." Her voice was light, whimsical, the voices in her head had not yet claimed her, they held no sway over her actions or her speech, at least not right now. Not in the darkness of these caves, not in the company of a... friend? Ally? Companion? What was he too her? What was she to him?

She frowned as she caught the awkward movement in his gait. He was wounded. Not horribly so but enough to hinder him, and more than likely, cause him pain. Rising to her pads with grace and delicacy, she slipped from her perch, hitting the rock with a dull thud. He was larger than her, but then again a vast majority of wolves were larger than her.

You are wounded... where?"