Forgotten

Jakart's tail gave a slow wag, smile turning into something more neutral. Callisto looked... defeated. She sounded exhausted, speaking with a shake of her head and uncertainty as to why he was here. The male mulled over in his head as to why he waited here for the female to appear. Was it truly because his sisters had joined a pack and he now had free time? Or was it more personnel, but in wanting to be in the company of his friend? He didn't mind his brothers one bit but Callisto was a change of pace with how she acted. How she treated him with a certain standoffish posture.

And she was a once-mate. Which was fine with the flighty male, he had no problem keeping emotional distance between them. Their one time fling was a happy medium that he wouldn't mind undertaking again. They had after all enjoyed themselves. But now was not such a time, Callisto had said as much as she continued to walk past him. Jakart glanced at the cat with concern, wanting to pull the companion aside but he remained quiet. He looked back at Callisto's retreating form and slowly made his way behind the dark furred duo as they went up to a tree. Jakart recalled that he had inspected it before, probably even saw it during there last meeting. With a nervous breath he walked up beside her. "Can I help you with anything?" The grey male hushed with concern. He truly cared about her right now, worried about that the wolf he wasn't seeing wasn't the same wolf he saw the last time they met.