Walk | Talk | Think
The further he traveled within this willowy land the more he began to recognize something about the scents that lingered in it. They were familiar to him, not of recent acquaintances but of some distinct point in his past, and the stronger they became the more he began to wonder who they could have been from. The west had never really held any attraction for him and so he could see no reason for him to have any ties with anything or anyone from here...except where Alamea was concerned. Her pack, Valhalla, had been out this way once, before it had been overthrown by his own aunt. Could those who had called that place home still be out this way? Was that what he was smelling and recognizing now?
His puzzled thoughts drew him up short as he stopped walking to consider, a new sort of quirk present there upon his brow while he continued to scent the air. The delay appeared to work in his favor as a set of paw steps were soon heard as well, and just a bit Rune stood straighter, turning himself in place to meet the approaching wolf head on.
He was startled to note that he recognized her. And from the apparent friendliness about her even as she carried the beaver within her jaws he knew she recognized him too. The burly male relaxed, easing the stature he had taken on into something more comfortable and conversational now that he knew who he was dealing with and no longer had to worry about irksome rogues. This grey wolf, Surreal if memory served, was no one that he needed to be wary of.
A friendly greeting was issued on her end as she dropped the half eaten beaver at his paws, leaving no room between her introduction and her offer of what remained of her mean as she left it to him to do with as he wanted in case it appealed to his appetite. Briefly his blue eyes shifted downward toward the animal and then back at the young woman again, becoming familiar again with how friendly and downright peppy she had always seemed to be. He almost did not know how to react. "Uh...I'm fine, thanks," he answered at length, feeling oddly rude for not at least trying the small meal she had been kind enough to offer him. But honestly food was still far from his mind what with all the questions that had suddenly filled it.
She offered congratulations after identifying the change to his scent that identified his pack and though she had said it all with a sincere tone he did feel rather odd knowing the state of her own home and the connection he had with its demise. "Thanks," he replied somewhat flatly, frowning yet again as he considered how unkind the world had been to this wolf and her family when they had been nothing but welcoming and considerate of his mate when she had been with them. And yet at the same time he felt powerless to fix it, knowing it was all out of his hands and beyond his span of control anyway. "Is this..." - how did he even ask the question? - "...where you've been staying?"
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