It sure doesn't look like it

Colman looked at Rune for a few moments. He was a broken man, who lost his mate. A family of wolves was probably the best for him, something to keep his mind off of the woman he held affections for no longer being at his side. She was probably dead, it was best to assume so. After all, he hadn't seen or scented her in forever. It was as if she never existed, but he knew she had, it just made it sting more that way. Colman would smile painfully at the man. "It wouldn't be Rune, if I could become a part of this family, well then I'd say I would be graced by the gods."
He mused before dipping his head towards Rune. "I'd work hard and hopefully forget my old wounds. If you'd accept me." his ears flicked. Their two different colors making it seem like there were two separate parts of him. Yet, really he just needed to forget about these sad things. They would get the best of him otherwise.




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