welcome wagon

*Miksa* · 06-11-2015, 09:26 AM

Walk | Talk | Think

He was unable yet to shake the nervousness he felt, the dread that he had done something wrong or was failing to settle into the pack fast enough for his new leaders' likes. It filled his mind with things that he should have been doing, like leaving this quiet place and seeking out others from the pack, or searching the territory again either along the borders to ensure their security or within for something to offer as a meal in thanks for his place here. Something, at least, to show he had an interest in staying and would work toward earning his keep. They each ghosted through his mind in the form of if only wishes, assuming if he had done at least one of them he would feel better about the present conversation. But at the time being he had nothing to offer in return for Threar's hospitality.

Miksa's yellow eyes were still wary as they regarded the daughter of his pack leaders, studying her delicate expression and the unique markings that encircled her mismatched eyes. It was not the type of face he would have expected to deal out punishments or warnings of any sort, and neither did it. The whole look about her was still friendly, welcoming, gently trying to draw him in, and at first he was resistant. Setting aside his fears and doubts was a difficult thing, even when he knew the other party was not aware of it or pushing for it, and the initial answer he made reflected it. "Okay," he stated simply, clarifying, "I'm settling in okay." "Okay" in his eyes felt somewhat like an overstatement; he felt lost and alone and homesick all at once.

Keeping it all to himself, however, proved to be more challenging than even settling in, and in a guilty confession the mostly white wolf dropped his gaze and muttered more quietly, "It's...kind of hard though." He felt the urge to fidget and did, shuffling his weight between his forelimbs, as he considered how his words might reflect his opinion of the pack. If he was finding trouble settling it, it could have been interpreted to mean he did not like Threar, or even those in it. His tan ears began to turn, half splaying to either side over the top of his head as his nervous eyes once again shot to Varda to see how she had taken his statement, even as he hastily added, "I mean...hard for me." Would lessen any sting? Would it explain well enough what he meant? Rarely could he find the right words to express himself, and this just proved to be another one of those situations. Helplessly he fell silent, hoping he had made sense and not offended the kindness of the pack who had taken him in so freely.

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