07-20-2010, 05:03 AM
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He had not expected to run into the injured loner at this time, but it happened nevertheless. Their eyes connected and the alpha had to flash an apologetic smile. Hopefully he was not intruding on the man’s solitude. Automatically, that lavender gaze sought out the bandaged limb. The other male was up and moving already, so this was a good sign. The yearling was slightly worried about what too much movement could do to the healing bone, but the other man was not an idiot. Surely he took care to make sure not to go too hard out on the healing fracture. The caramel coated wolf approached further, taking a seat by the blue eyed canine.
A greeting sounded and Conor responded with his own. ”Hey there.” Ears stood attention as the man spoke of a place foreign to his young mind. The accent the other male bore spoke of travel and distant shores. In several ways, Conor envied the man. He would give much to travel the world and see its wonders. Yet, here he was, and he quite doubted his foolish dreams would come true. There was too much for him here. His life belonged to Dahlia and the souls that lived here with him. Perhaps he would have enjoyed being a traveller, but there was happiness for him here as well. He was not willing to let go of what he had. The grass was not necessarily greener on the other side of the fence.
”What is Normandy like,” the male asked softly, wondering if any place could be as beautiful as this home. Dahlia was truly blessed, and magnificent in the summer when life flourished.
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He had not expected to run into the injured loner at this time, but it happened nevertheless. Their eyes connected and the alpha had to flash an apologetic smile. Hopefully he was not intruding on the man’s solitude. Automatically, that lavender gaze sought out the bandaged limb. The other male was up and moving already, so this was a good sign. The yearling was slightly worried about what too much movement could do to the healing bone, but the other man was not an idiot. Surely he took care to make sure not to go too hard out on the healing fracture. The caramel coated wolf approached further, taking a seat by the blue eyed canine.
A greeting sounded and Conor responded with his own. ”Hey there.” Ears stood attention as the man spoke of a place foreign to his young mind. The accent the other male bore spoke of travel and distant shores. In several ways, Conor envied the man. He would give much to travel the world and see its wonders. Yet, here he was, and he quite doubted his foolish dreams would come true. There was too much for him here. His life belonged to Dahlia and the souls that lived here with him. Perhaps he would have enjoyed being a traveller, but there was happiness for him here as well. He was not willing to let go of what he had. The grass was not necessarily greener on the other side of the fence.
”What is Normandy like,” the male asked softly, wondering if any place could be as beautiful as this home. Dahlia was truly blessed, and magnificent in the summer when life flourished.