Getting Around... NOT LIKE THAT!
She asked if it got lonely, being a nomad. ”It can be...” His voice grew low at confirming the question, a small nod of his head following. *”I am with a group of childhood friends and my sisters, we treat each other as family but there are times where I crave a companion.”* Babbling on to the female, Deivad's head had turned to the side, jade green eyes staring off into the distance, recalling every time he wished there was somebody by his side to ease that loneliness.
Quickly he would pull back, noticing where he was taking the topic and not wanting to stray in that direction. So with a deep breath he looked to the female and flashed a kind smile. ”But that is what I have to deal with if I want to be free of troublesome packs. I never did well within them.” He chuckled, his small smile turning into a goofy, toothy grin. Troublesome indeed, the reason why he had left his family and their pack behind in his birthplace. His father had grown drunk with power, taking his member's freedom away and punishing all who oppose him.
Which brought him to this question. "Have you been an Alphess for long Miss Adravendi? Though you are larger than me, your features give me an idea that we are around the same age." He was a bit curious to know, for in his birthplace most wolves who took the position of Alpha normally did so around the age of three, any sooner being a rarity and a bit alarming to some. His head tilted to the side as he awaited her answer, light orbs running over her body once more for any signs that she had fought for the right to rule. |