The Cross Cloaked in Mists

OOC: It's a challenge, but I'm enjoying it! They may have to meet again one day. I can only imagine how much joy it would give Twig ;D Oh, and unfortunately he does have the brain of a rock. Never seen a cross sporting wolf in his life.

Carlito "Sucre" Dalibor

Withholding his name was intentional. Juvenile? Maybe, but he was secretly hoping she'd ask. Well, stranger, what's your name? or something to that effect. It would be a sign that she wasn't as indifferent towards him as she let on. Every inch of him ached to be recognized as an equal instead of the lesser being he got the feeling he was to her. What he wanted from her was simple and far less brutish than she probably assumed. He wasn't looking for cheap love or belittling her for her gender and he wasn't leering...okay, well, maybe he was looking a little too intensely, but he was trying to rein the need to appreciate her appearance in. What he wanted was to know something, anything, about her and this cross thing might give him some insight if he was clever.

His eyes remained fixed on the marking but he gave a small nod to himself, as if confirming something. "No, of course not. My family.." His ears pricked up immediately and his eyes abandoned the cross to fix firmly on her face. "The crosses are almost always varied." For a brief moment the impenetrable shield fell and more information than was intended slipped out. Sucre smothered the urge to smile. Oh, it was a lucky, lucky mistake for him, but if he showed just how pleased he was, she'd shut down and he'd get nothing more from her.

One ear flicked back as he struggled to make up his mind. Deceit was an ugly thing, but sometimes there was less to be gained from the truth. "I may have seen such a creature. Tell me, why are you so intent on finding this wolf?"