The sound of pawsteps reached his ears and Taurig slowed his pace down to a crawl, listening to the other wolf whom he assumed to be Sibelle. She approached, but then abruptly stopped, the titan mimicking the action. He kept his crown neutral, just below his shoulders, clouded eyes moving in the direction he believed her to be standing. For the longest time there was just silence between the two siblings, Taurig waiting to see just what his sister had in store for him this time; and she didn't fail him. How dare you. There it was. The anger, the hurt. The venom was unmistakable in her voice and he knew every once of it was directed at him. The snarl that followed her words had no affect on the beast as he stood, taking the brunt of his sister's rage. It was nothing short of what he deserved.
If you wish to strike me...little red, do so without fear. I will not fight you or strike back. He would state simply, his body completely relaxed. Despite his haggered appearance, he probably could still put up a decent fight. Well, as decent as a blind man could put up. But he wasn't here to fight his sister. He was here to make mends, to see if she could still find it within herself to pardon the wrongs he'd committed against their family. He was here to see his baby sister, to find out how her life had been going since his departure. All of this of course, depended on whether Sibelle was a willing participant. From her reaction, it didn't seem like he was going to get the chance to find anything out. His limbs would angle towards his left, his body beginning to curve away from his sister, ready to walk away at her command. He would not stay where he was not wanted; he had done enough to them to now become a nuisance.
"Speech"
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