11-08-2011, 10:37 PM
The behemoth didn't know what he had hoped to accomplish at this meeting. Did he think she'd come running along and forsake everything she had built to go rebuild a failed pack in the south again? Part of him wanted her by his side, they could have made a pack worth fearing, a pack bent on domination. But she wanted this peaceful life, and even her responses where not meant for him, but for some new loner at the border. Her reactions to his questions and his hug reinforced the ideal that they where truly separated, no loose string held them together in some weird kinship to warrant his attention at keeping whatever it was they had long ago remain.
His eyes where the first to falter, down cast, as his arms fell by his wayside. He simply nodded to her responses finding himself without words to respond to her with. Somehow his trip had made him more awkward than ever, living as a primal thing had done him good but now social interactions seemed to fatigue him. He stood there for a moment returning her gaze and unable to quite come up with anything for a moment.
“How are you Nayru?” he asked finally, the intention behind the question, not one about the pack, but of her own personal dealings. The behemoth knew the pack was doing well, how would it not, but he wanted to know how she was doing.
His eyes where the first to falter, down cast, as his arms fell by his wayside. He simply nodded to her responses finding himself without words to respond to her with. Somehow his trip had made him more awkward than ever, living as a primal thing had done him good but now social interactions seemed to fatigue him. He stood there for a moment returning her gaze and unable to quite come up with anything for a moment.
“How are you Nayru?” he asked finally, the intention behind the question, not one about the pack, but of her own personal dealings. The behemoth knew the pack was doing well, how would it not, but he wanted to know how she was doing.