white winter hymnal [rhythm]

Rhythm Destruction. The first part was nice, the second left him puzzled. He arched a brow with a half smirk. ”Do you find yourself ruining things often?” he asked, the hint of a laugh rolling on the edges of his words like a breeze. He would shortly silence it though, sealing his lips with a smile that meant no harm. ”My name is Nagendra Bahri. It’s a pleasure to meet you, though the conditions unfortunate.” She would tell him more about herself, and he would remain smiling. A messenger. She certainly had the body for it, although an injured woman was no one to ogle, and so he’d keep his thoughts and intentions clean. Maybe he could learn some things about this place while she talked. Along with the information about her identity, she spoke something that sounded like a name. ”Abaven? Is that a pack?” he inquired with genuine curiosity. He had been interested in learning about the packs here. He knew there were some, for he’d smelled them, but he hadn’t felt quite up to going and bothering any of them for information yet. He had been surprised he hadn’t run into any pack wolves up until now… She would at last advise against him carrying her. ”Ah, alright,” he accepted simply. Unlike most men, Nagendra seldom felt the need to prove his masculinity with fabulous feats of strength and bullheadedness, so such a thing held no temptation. He could see that she was only a little smaller than himself, and besides, wolves weren’t exactly shaped for portability in the first place. He’d probably end up hurting her more if he tried.