He didn't understand women at all. Especially the little bird before him. The was something quite different than what he was used to. Her lyrical promised him that his silence had comforted her, but he did not understand such words. How could remaining in silence and merely staring off, as she rested her head upon him, be helpful? He did nothing except remain still, the stoic expression on his face unwavering, and his breathing slow and natural, as it usually was. Perhaps her words were honest though...that he had helped...
Friend? The concept failed him. The least he had done was be there...not even as much as anyone else would have been, his presence was merely there. His entity. He himself, his intellect, it was scarce, ravaged, and unavailable to aid her. "Ye ur weelcome," the words laced from his vocals easily and the brute turned his head to the lands of Glaciem, "ye ur rejoining? Deep baritones cast forth as he called out for someone in the pack to come to them. He had not really made his re-entry to the lands official, but he had lingered, and he had been a member not too long ago.
There was really little he could say to the babe at his side...things were different to him...and her...and he could never really grasp the terms of what she wanted. Friend? Thanks? Appreciation? He didn't get it, and for the man, it wounded him a bit. He actually didn't understand nearly as much as he wanted. His life was just slightly past his prime, and now, he was lost to wondering. Wondering what interesting things life could hold for him. Though, at the point he had arrived at, it felt like all the interest was incapable of being stumbled upon.
Speech,