Home Is Not Here

The brute would turn his head slightly and opened his eyes when they were closed when the ocean mist had sprayed into his face and pelt. A small nod and smile would come across his face when she asked the question to him. "Yes, I have a loner almost all my life. My parents were there for me, but rarely would they ever spend time with me since i was a runt. At least you have someone there for you," he smiled and looked to the ocean as the wind blew his pelt and a wave crashed onto the cliff they were sitting on, causing the water to go upward and splash his face. The taste from the liquid was salty and unpleasant, and it caused the brute to make a disgusted face.

"Well, didn't see that coming, I guess the ocean hates me," he joked with the fae to lighten up the tension that the female had felt. Whenever he sensed that someone was sad or depressed, he would always try and tell a joke or say something funny; but, maybe it would not work upon this female wolf that sat a couple inches away from him.