Wicked Witch

The soft bubble of laughter that left the russet dame warmed his heart. A echoing chuckle left him, and as she went on to speak he listened attentively. Her story reminded him a lot of his own, and when she turned the tables on him asking him the same questions, he smiled slightly, before speaking- gaining control again over his embarrassment. "My story is quite similar to yours, Ms. Sibelle. I came to Alacritis seeking my father, with my siblings. I was... too late to meet my father, though I now reside in the pack he once ruled." He explained, not going into detail, but supplying an array of information- that could take the conversation anywhere. He blinked, letting out a slight breath as he felt the remaining blush fade from his cheeks, perhaps- she would stop embarrassing him.



This was a crap reply: o.o I can't even honor it with a table.