unhinged, unbroken, unbent

Violet eyes watch the pretty little wolf as Sorcerer attempts to joke with her and is greeted with a glare. Brows lift as he watches her, the easily smile he wears faltering for a moment as he wonders if he had said something wrong. Her words have the man taking a closer look at her and finding small shivers racking her frame. As she continues to speak, loudly at him to boot, Sore begins to slowly move up to her. He keeps his posture relaxed and, despite being yelled at, he has no intention to be aggressive.

As he sidles up to her, Sorcerer undoes the clasp he has for his polar bear coat. Grabbing the thick fur that hangs over his shoulder, in one smooth motion, he pulls the fur off his back and settles it over the grumpy stranger’s back. It seems that she needs it more than him. Stepping away in case she tries to bite him, he says, “There. That should help with the cold.” Giving a nod, he looks at what the woman has been nosing at and asks, “You uh… need any help?”

Violet eyes trail back to the woman as he quirks a brow, reluctant to leave this new, pretty wolf. It is nice to have company, no matter grumpy they may be.


"Sorcerer Vyle-Klein"