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_____Because he had only just become acquainted with his pack mate, Vigilante could not say he understood the change in Heath's expression. It could likely be assumed that it was merely something that he had on his mind, and it was not likely that he would be feeling overly chatty about whatever it was. Likewise, the doggish hybrid could not say he was feeling the need to pry into his pack mate's thoughts. Being as private a creature as he was, he did not enjoy trying to sneak his way into the thoughts of anyone else; his own thoughts were far more than enough for him to have to deal with. No one had ever understood his thoughts - not that he had ever tried to find someone who could do so completely - and he did not believe it would ever be possible for someone to do so. The closest people who had ever come to it, he supposed, were his late sister and the lone coyote, Onus.
_____Sappy was an interesting word to use to describe it, and it was not the one he would have initially thought of. It seemed to be fitting enough, but he did not like to place a label like that on any one situation. Some things were just more touching than others, and it appeared as if this was one of those times. "It seems that she was there for you when you needed her most," he suggested, leaning against the stone feline that was closest to him. The idea of Heath having been a loner and fighting with pack wolves was strange, something he had not thought of yet, though he did not know why. He was aware of how young Cour des Miracles was, knowing that he had joined relatively early after its creation. "What made you seek a home in this pack? Family, someone close, or perhaps just looking for somewhere to belong?" he suggested, curious to know what it was that drew others to the pack he was slowly beginning to call home. It was a slow process, though.