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welcome wagon



Miksa

Loner

age
3 Years
gender
Male
gems
308
size
Large
build
posts
115
player
Anais
06-17-2015, 03:31 PM


Walk | Talk | Think

It was really hard for him to determine whether he had offended  the girl with his answer or not. The tightness of her expression and the curt nod did not give enough away to him, though Miksa supposed that could have been answer enough. It was not a smile like the one she had offered previously, nor was it quite so friendly. Maybe he had messed up. His ears, which were splayed, properly pulled themselves back in disappointment. He was sure making a mess of all of this. Some great asset to the pack he was being, even though he had known from the start he was far from any level of expertise to consider himself killed at anything that might help these kind wolves of Threar. I really need to change that, if I can, he thought, sighing quietly to himself, now more than ever.

Because of the turn of his thoughts, he was not expecting Varda's offers of assistance and only stared at her a moment in surprise. Help? He had not been offered that before, no even by Odette, who had been the single leader that he had taken to out of the packs he had so far been a part of. He blinked slowly, his yellow eyes still unsure, but her kindness, which seemed to him unwarranted after so little effort put in on his part, was too generous for him to completely dismiss without a thought. If she was going to offer to make things easier for him, then he needed to be polite and really ask something that mattered.

But what? What was it that he wanted to know the most? Put on the spot, he struggled to make up his mind. How many pack members were there in total? Was there any particular field they needed help in most? Was there anything she could teach him to make him feel useful here? "I'm...I'm not sure," he answered truthfully, dropping his gaze as he gave it further consideration. "I don't know where to start," Miksa confessed. He felt especially useless having to say all of this aloud, having to admit to his shortcomings. But maybe if he did admit them he would be able to figure out where to go from there? "I'm just homesick, I guess." He laughed, a short, sad, self-deprecating sort of sound with a half smile that quickly faded. Why did it have to be so hard just settling in?