The days closing in and im dying out

Listening carefully to Aria's rules he actually beginned to wonder if he'd enjoy a pack like this, oh yes he would! it sounds so relaxing, yet giving the respect others rightfully deserve. The large brute would blink twice before parting his sealed ebony lips to release his italian accent. " Then Aria.. Sol, i accept the rules ad conditions if you'd be willing to take me on." The deep bartinones tickle the fine hairs in the lobes before closing in on the nerve. A nod to the large cranium would be considered as he thinks, it was time to belong somewhere, and it should be here. Aria. The girl he met when they where young, when they went of and did there own thing with orlaya. It never occured to him how he'd miss it until now. A sigh would escape the gullet as Siarvon would look to the ground; the lips seeling and twisting into a smile.