OOC: cotl is always angry. +3
The man followed the woman to the dens, their trip as silent as could be, the only real sounds being Cotl's loud vocal adjustments and the footsteps of the luperci and the equine that followed a distance behind the two canids. Insight into the brain of Cotl Ulrich would leave one confused because of all of the random thoughts that had gone through his head, both in English and in German. There was no making sense of the man's thoughts, not at the moment. When they had come to the dens, Maschine was quick to veer off to go find some grass to nibble on, and Cotl followed the woman into her den, making sure to ditch the wolven's head outside of the woman's den, possibly out of respect for the woman. She apologized for it being small, and Cotl shrugged his broad shoulders. He didn't care really. It was smaller than his room though. He gave a quick glance around the cave though and he had stood there for a moment with his hands crossed over his chest. Both of his ears were pinned back, and he still had the blood of the wolf clinging to his orange pelt. It didn't take too much longer for the woman to command him to sit. The command did cause a quick hardening of his ice-fire gaze on the woman. It took only seconds for the man to sit down though, simply because. He didn't do it silently though, he gave a rather loud grunt and then a sigh.
-NYEH- vhy nicht lives in die mansions anymores? Cotl asked, wondering why she had taken refuge here in these dens when there were bigger rooms in the mansion. Hadn't she once lived in the mansion before? He could have sworn that she had. He might not have remembered clearly. Maybe she had always been in the caves. Er, vhy -DOUCHEFACE- die caves? he tried rephrasing in case he had been wrong. His head was cloudy right now, and he couldn't think straight so he didn't want to have to try to think back to if she had a room in the mansion or not. The only reason the man would even talk to the woman right now was to fill in the silence. He'd had enough of it. His buzz was gone, the twenty minutes of walking around and everything else that had gone down without the continuous use of the drug and he was already down from his high. Frown sat on his face as cold bi-colored eyes watched the woman. She'd have to say something sometime.
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