Sweet Nothing [Open]

Octavian listened to ghost as she replied; she did not seem too fond of her life in Valhalla. Perhaps she just didn't have someone who actually cared about her. Octavian knew what that felt like, he remembered being abused and discriminated. The Femme's words seemed distant almost but they were soothing in a way. The male watched as Ghost cuaght sight of his attmept to hide his wound. As she watched he listened to the whispers of the caves. His black lined ears perked up as he closed his eyes for a moment. He decided he did not like Valhalla either. Perhaps the brute could grow to like it but this land was only an escape from the betrayal, and darkness that seemed to run through his family blood. He sweared to himself that he wouldn't be like them, he was the complete opposite of his father and brother.

Octavian opened his eyes as he let his white eyes show in the somewhat dark cave. This was a new life and he enjoyed this moment. He enjoyed it as he was with Ghost, his only friend or perhaps even more which was how he felt towards her but he can't predict the future. The time goes by as it wants and things change as they desire. There is nothing they can do to rewind or go back or fix anything. Hopefully Ghost and him would have a chance. Octavian watched as Ghost hit her leg on the rock as she stood up but then she asked him where he was hurt. The male was surprised by the gesture. No wolf has ever shown hospitality towards him or let alone show concern. He was sued tot he beatings and pain but this time maybe he could let one wound heal, his heart.

"On my side..." he was able to muster as he turned to give Ghost a better view.