The dark male continued to gaze out over the ocean. He heard Abella’s quiet sobs behind him, but he paid her no mind. She would stop crying soon. Though, when he heard the other’s voice only his ear moved to the sound. He didn’t turn toward this male, knowing he was much like the same. There was no hostility in his voice, and if he wanted to attack quietly, he could’ve without giving himself away beforehand. Abella heard the new male’s words and silently shook her head vigorously, with widened eyes. ”Noo… Noo..” She kept switching glances between the two dark brutes. Tyko remained as calm as he was and spoke to the wolf without turning, ”That won’t be necessary.” She didn’t need to be abused anymore, unless she were to embarrass him again – then he would have to take measures. Abella’s frantic body language seemed to relax as he refused the offer.
Once he felt that he couldn’t resume his thoughts knowing that there was a stranger behind him, he turned to face the other. ”What do you want from me, Stranger?” He found that he usually was the one approaching others because he had been looking for family, but for someone to approach him seemed a little absurd. He didn’t have anything to offer this male except for sex, from Abella, and his name. He carried nothing with him and held nothing to his name. He had nothing for the time being. Abella had fallen quiet now, her crying stopped and she stood quietly near her rock. Her eyes remained on the ground; she didn’t want to be accused for anything else, and thought she would play it safe for the time being.
The loner limped toward the other, closing only a little more of the distance between them. He stood beside Abella, a few feet between them and about maybe five feet from the stranger. He gazed at the other carefully – males were much more territorial and he didn’t want to strike up an unnecessary problem. He overruled asking him about Axelle, Nero, and Kimat because he seemed to be ignorant. He had an interesting smell to him, but he wasn’t sure if it was a pack smell. He didn’t know what the pack scent smelled like anymore.
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