self explosive

For a moment, he regretted coming here at all. Why hadn't he traveled further north in hopes of finding his sister? Finding Cross and the snow rogues? He didn't even know if he would be welcomed there. But instead he was here -- standing in the land of a pack that he did not know. If anyone wanted him gone, it would be easy. He was rather defenseless against an entire pack, but he knew he could run if needed. And so he would stand, poised on the pads of his paws, as though ready to make a run for it if need be.

But even Odette did not seem keen on getting rid of him. Instead, her differently colored eyes watched him with something he recognized quickly as interest. He would shift where he stood to face her further, eyes narrowing as he listened to her speak. "This is Valhalla," he stored the information silently. It seemed her family had all but abandoned her. Perhaps they had something in common after all. A slight growl begun to bubble up from within his chest, but he silenced it.

"I have been waiting. Preparing myself." The brute would shift away from her, his purple gaze searching the horizon through the darkness as though waiting for someone else to arrive.
"I have been claimed by a woman. I have sworn to care for her and her children so long as she helps me." His words were vague and emotionless, and he found it difficult to turn back to face her. As though she might judge the path of life he has been walking -- and as though he cared what she thought of him.