riverbank

*Kyarst* · 02-18-2015, 04:31 PM

His breathing had grown ragged, and he found his hips inclining toward the earth of their own accord. This heat was for the birds. Still, he knew that some semblance of their family was here, and he would hold onto that truth for as long as he could. She murmured something about not wanting to leave, but he wouldn't respond to it directly. Instead, a snort blew from his nostrils in a tacky, albeit justified response. Lysis Armada had always done what she wanted, and he suspected in some small way she had wanted to leave - or else she wouldn't have done it. She assured him that she was back, and although it didn't wipe away her abandonment, it did something to quell his frustration with her. Perhaps just having her back had done the trick, he didn't know for sure. It was much better to be angry with someone you could actually yell at. But he didn't want to yell anymore, and so he didn't. Her teasing comment led him to twist his emerald gaze toward her and let loose a quick response. “Certainly not anyone I can think of.” She was, perhaps, the easiest wolf to put up with he'd met to this day - even if she did drive him crazy from time to time. His features softened and he allowed himself to slink a bit closer to her. He would then twist his muzzle toward the river, “It's nothing like the springs up North.. but it will cool you down and quench your thirst,” he commented. “There's a pack here in the south, Imperium, that harbors a few splinters of our family tree - a few of which you'll be quite interested in, i'm sure.” He would remain vague, it wouldn't do to let her know of Drashiel's death just yet. His children were there, though, and Kyarst knew that Lysis would certainly take an interest in her nieces and nephews.

“speak,”

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