ardent

weathered souls



Bronze i

Somnium
Angel

age
12 Years
gender
Male
gems
0
size
Large
build
-
posts
162
05-10-2013, 08:30 PM


As he reclined on his haunches, hoping that the King would arrive soon. He felt vaguely uncomfortable leaving Loccian for so long, though he knew she would be sound asleep for quite some time, unless disturbed. Instinctively he shifted to gaze behind him, half-expecting to see someone heading to the small cave in the distance. But he saw nothing abnormal, and so he focused his attention towards the center of Seracia's territory.

Bronze wasn't surprised at Gerhardt's quick arrival. As the male approached, he rose to all fours, dipping his head in a slow nod. A polite smile graced his features, and while it was slightly forced, it was nothing less than genuine. "Likewise, Gerhardt," he replied easily, deep tones spilling from his tongue with little effort. "And I, the same. I have all the time in the world, as long as you do." Bronze wasn't expecting much beyond a quick chat, but he wanted to make sure Loccian's worries were not founded in reality. While Gerhardt had seemed like nothing less than an honorable male, and a truly decent leader, Loccian surely knew the beast better than he.

"I... ran into Loccian this morning," he began, brows furrowing slightly. He was sure Gerhardt had been considered with her well-being, and would want to know that she was okay. "She has been mourning quite unhealthily. It looked as though she hadn't eaten in weeks. Also, she had numerous wounds that appeared to me to be self-inflicted. I've helped her clean up and get something to eat. She's resting nearby, but I think she is ashamed to have disappeared for so long. I think she could use a few days to heal and regain herself; I'm not sure if she's ready to face her packmates quite yet." Hopefully he would grant her that, and not feel the overwhelming need to see her immediately. Bronze was certainly Loccian would be ashamed of herself, especially in front of her King. Even though the state of mourning was a natural one, and even though guilty was a natural stage of grieving, he knew she still felt silly and ashamed.