The wide world

Somehow, someway Emile had managed to miss the approaching wolf. It was probably the fact that while he was looking out across the Birfrost his brain wasn't really connected to the visual input, his mind far enough away that the stimuli was being discarded the moment it was parsed. So he visibly jumped some when the familiar voice called out to him. Forest green gaze grew wide and swung towards the purple-marked man and Emile felt his face flush. He still didn't really know how to handle the other male, he wasn't used to being around other wolves much anymore, and more than that he wasn't used to the easy way the man complimented him.

Emile's brain took a moment to catch up and when it did he instinctually ducked his head, turning it to hide his scarred eye from the other man and finding his voice even harder to find than usual. He swallowed the lump in his throat and finally seemed to manage to get himself together enough to respond. "I-i-i-i-i- ddddon't knoooooow." He tried not to flinch, his swirling emotions making his stutter worse than it usually was. "Iiiiiiit iiiiiis go-go-go-good to ssssssee you again though." He managed to calm himself a little more in that second sentence though there was a clear uncertainty in his voice and posture as Pontifext circled him. He wasn't used to feeling so seen.



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