everybody loses it -

That's more like it.



Turning his head, Seraph met the gaze of the female. She had given up the flighty charade she had been playing moments ago and was the regal wolf her had seen from afar. He was no longer tempted to walk away, as he was intrigued by this woman. He let loose an empty chuckle at her response to his first inquiry. It is a compliment. He wasn't about to explain his reasoning - that he hated speaking with females because they always were looking for a mate for life, they always wanted something he couldn't (or wouldn't) give to them. Those conversations always ended up as a waste of his time.



This one would be different, though. That was already apparent. Morphine seemed a fitting name for the vixen before him. She seemed determined to get whatever it was that she wanted, whether he was willing to oblige or not. Thankfully, it wasn't his love that she was after. That was reserved for wolves few and far between, unless of course a hoard of pups showed up tomorrow, or his little sister cloned herself. His thoughts drifted to her, remembering how she had begged him not to go. She didn't want to rule the pack, at least without him there. It had been difficult to leave her. She meant everything to him. She had always been on his tail, following him everywhere, mimicking his actions. He missed her terribly, but he would never admit it to anyone.



Seraphim's thoughts snapped back into the here and now as he realized he had yet to respond to the female. His words came out clear and calculated, with a slight hint of amusement revealing itself. I appreciate that you were so willing to comply. I must ask, though, what is it that you want from me exactly? He wondered idly about what this Morphine could be after. If it wasn't love, there wasn't much else to be seeking out here. Whether or not it is odd isn't much of a concern of mine. Forest green optics remained narrowly focused on her, trying to pull the answer out. He would just have to hope she'd actually tell him.