J - Alone and Lonely

[Conor Soul]

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He watched as the blank canvas found shape and response. But there was so much more he could see, just by letting his lilac hues wander across her appearance. Nothing changed in his face as the young girl struggled to get up on shaky feet. It was a fight that he was interested to see, for it would reveal a spirit that he could admire. Perhaps she could be considered pathetic by others, but she was not in the eyes of the Dahlian. There was compassion building in his warm heart, but he wanted to see how much strength she still possessed. No one would want a dying creature into their home, but despite her obvious weaknesses, she was still alive and had sense to act as one should by the doorstep of a pack’s lands.

The question that rose from her maw after her own greeting was uttered inspired the male’s face to turn slightly curious—surprised even. She wanted permission to hunt in the pack lands? It was a strange request, as there was generally no more game here than in the neutral territories. Then again, it was not something he would have a problem with. Dahlia de Mai remained superior in size compared to any pack in the area, and as long as someone sought permission first, he did not have a problem with outsiders crossing the borders. There was one question that kept the instant “yes” from leaping from his tongue. If the girl could barely stand on her feet, would she really be able to hunt anything at all except the end of her life?

”You don’t seem like you’re in a condition to do anything, least of all to hunt,” he commented, the harsh truth vividly displayed. Surely she saw this too, unless she was a most brilliant actress. But her body did not own any storages where energy could be retrieved. Her appearance was unhealthy.