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The brute would look her over with more than just curiosity. Worry would lightly pepper his features, before he met the russet woman's green gaze. She... didn't seem too upset today. It was a start, and Aeron would take the bittersweet realization in stride. He wanted to ask her so many questions, wanted to tell her so much - but... anything he had to say didn't seem to be the right thing. An ear would tick back as he made the realization, only for another wolf to appear. A friend of Sibelle's, someone she trusted - how long did it take for her to get on the Queen's good graces? And how many times could she vanish before she was no longer?


The little female was just that - little, and as peculiar as it was he did not come here to speak with her. He would tip his head in greeting, not sure whether she was interested in knowing his name - or introducing herself. "I saw your fight... you fought well." But she didn't win - she had gotten her jaw attacked, which Aeron hoped was the reason she wasn't speaking with him. "I knew you were fine but I wanted to see you. To make sure." He couldn't explain the urge well, but the feeling had died down a bit now. Of course, as always, he wanted to be near her - but she was okay, she didn't seem to have any permanent damage done to her and she would fight again just fine.


She had a pack to support her even after losing her own, and he was glad to see that. A part of him was admittedly jealous, but he was at least old enough to know that he really didn't have a right to be. Besides - it wasn't a stinging possessiveness, like when she had played nice with her father - it was more the wringing feeling of knowing he really had no place here anymore. "What is this pack's name?" He wanted to know where he stood, so that if he had to return he could be a touch more aware. These wolves were important, somewhat, because they were taking care of Sibelle. "I would like to visit you here, if this is where you are staying?" It would only take a nod, yes or no, similar to when taking care of his mute sister. Except Sibelle was either hurt or deciding whether or not he was worth her words.


Neither was good.


He wasn't sure whether she would want him in the pack itself - or whether he would be of much use to a pack. Everything he knew, skill wise, he had taught himself.

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