05-11-2010, 05:57 PM
He came closer and closer to the scarred female as he brought out his canteen. Just stopping near the lake in front of Geneva, he looked at the her scars, then in her eyes. From how her eyes were looking at him, he started to reckon that there was something bothering her. Well, after what happened to her, why wouldn't something bother her. She nearly died, but the end result had left... somehow, distant from everyone. Like she was feeling like a stranger to the pack. Everyone can walk flawlessly, but she can't.
Peachy? She said things were peachy? To the white male, peachy wouldn't be the word to describe the situation she had been in. It wasn't her time anyway. Pendzez looked down from left to right to think of something to say and to do to help her. He was a pack mate after all, who had friendship with the female. "I see," is what he spoke out of his lips. A short, slow answer, this was what he could think of first to say. He would just have to wait and see what Geneva will have to say before saying anything else
Peachy? She said things were peachy? To the white male, peachy wouldn't be the word to describe the situation she had been in. It wasn't her time anyway. Pendzez looked down from left to right to think of something to say and to do to help her. He was a pack mate after all, who had friendship with the female. "I see," is what he spoke out of his lips. A short, slow answer, this was what he could think of first to say. He would just have to wait and see what Geneva will have to say before saying anything else