Sand, Stars, and Sorrow.

As he'd sit near the fair lady her autumn colored pelt vibrated far better then his. His smile would widen upon his ebony lips; interested to know why she seems so negative about herself. Weak? Is probably one of the most doubtful insults a wolf can make about there selves. his cranium would tilt to look at the sky, wandering if she wanted to be left alone. " Perhaps its because i have a heart not to leave someone drowning in there own sorrow. You seem far from weak to me. If you made it through what evers been troubling you it shows your worth." Vaug would come to a pause for a little while, getting more comfortable before continueing. His mismatched eyes would look at her shift of movement, Her posture strong, her ears held up high, She looked proud, and she definatly has potential. " I like to hear the stories of another, it shows me just how far they have come along, i suppose."