It was a beautiful day. It had rained earlier, coating everything with a fine misty cover that brightened everything, darkening the colors to stand out even more. Tharin's own coat was lined with it, his silver and russet fur glistening with the small beads. The sun was out now, and working to rapidly dry it all away. Shaking himself gently Tharin concentrated on tracking the shrew he'd found. It was a rather large one, probably carrying a litter. A nice snack.

Spotting it running ahead the hunter crouched down. The shrew turned, and Tharin pounced. It squealed in his grasp before his jaws snapped, bones crunching. He turned to find a nice place to lay out and enjoy the snack, eyes widening with surprise as he spotted a member he hadn't met before. Injuries ran through his body, leg damaged. Stepping over Tharin dropped the shrew. Whining he stretched forwards, gently sniffing at the wounds, silently checking if he was alright.

Tharin glanced up at the words. That was good. It was less of a concern if it was going well. The male seemed happy to see him, tail wagging against the ground. Tharin smiled himself, a genuine grin that was pleased to see him. He listened to the introduction politely, up until it was mentioned who his mate was. This was a problem. True, nothing had happened, but he had still acted in the place of Adonia's mate, a promise of trouble.

Embarrassed he didn't know what to say. Tharin knew Ookami as the good for nothing mate that had abandoned Adonia in her heat, and stupidly gotten injured on a hunt. He seemed like a nice guy now that he had met him, but it was still stupid. Yes, I do know Adonia. She's very friendly. I'm Tharin. What more could he really say? His ears had fallen back in embarrassment, feeling a need to backpedal and get out of there, injured pack member or not. He had said it was healing, after all.

Tharin couldn't disagree with Ookami's statement. From what he'd been told about his disappearance Tharin had a very low opinion on him. Even more so as Adonia had acted so loyal, clearly invested in staying with Ookami. She deserved someone who would actually be there for her. Ookami did seem like a genuinely nice guy, probably the reason why she had fallen for him, but that didn't mean she didn't deserve better.

Asked if there was something wrong Tharin's gaze dropped to study the grass rather intensely. Saying that he had almost mounted Adonia due to her being in heat and alone was definitely a very bad idea. He didn't want to talk about that. Tharin preferred forgetting that he had been so close to losing control, and wished that he could forget the entire incident had ever happened. No, nothing's wrong. The conversation fell to a dead stop, the awkward air filling up. Tharin didn't know how to continue, how to leave, or even what Ookami must have thought of him for acting so stupid.

Ookami's voice finally came out. It sounded weary, the weight of his mistake filling the air. Tharin's tail curled around his legs, wondering if there was a possible way for him to leave without making it obvious. Though it was pretty clear that Tharin was acting odd, making the situation even more awkward between the pair. Trying to act as if it wasn't awkward was a huge feat. Tharin grasped the question as a lifeline, holding onto it as tightly as he could.

I'm a hunter. I've hunted since I was old enough to keep up with the pack. I worked with taking down the big prey. I almost never got injured doing so. He held his head high, knowing how difficult it was to bring down large prey without at least a couple bruises to the body. I've worked hard on my hunting. He paused almost too long before continuing, slightly hesitant. Do you...have a specialty? He knew it wasn't hunting.

Tharin nodded his head, tail arching behind him. He was a proud wolf, dedicated to his pack. He wasn't always confident that he was the best out there, but he always did his best to bring home prey for the pack. Usually he succeeded. It was only in the time before he had to leave the arctic that success had started coming less and less often, the prey disappearing from the land. He hadn't wished for it, damaging his view as himself as a hunter, but he'd been sent from his pack to find new hunting grounds. He'd failed them. His guilt and secret to carry.

Tharin listened with disbelief as Ookami spoke. There was no way it was true. Someone who had been so sorely injured in a hunt couldn't be capable of taking down a moose by himself. Even if he was skilled, he wouldn't be able to provide for the entire pack. Tharin promptly dismissed it as a fairy tale. The singing, though. That he could believe. I don't do much singing myself. Mainly in group howls. That was all.

His ears pricked as Ookami continued speaking. A song? Writing a song? Tharin had a vague idea about what writing was. It was making something to remind the one who made the mark about something else. So he was working on reminding himself of the song. It sounded like it would be rather pleasant to hear. His tail swayed behind him, excited to hear this song. Tharin had heard a song with words before, even though it had surprised him. He wondered if it would be one, or a different one like the ones he'd grown up with.

You have a guitar? Tharin remembered that instrument rather distinctly. It's chords had rang through the air joyfully, boosting his spirits. It had been his first exposure to one, but he'd enjoyed the experience. If you have the time, I'd love to hear it. He still felt a little awkward with Ookami, the air still heavy for him. At least they were pushing through it. Well, Ookami was pushing through it and Tharin was just lucky he hadn't given up on the grey male.

Tharin nodded his head. He didn't quite understand, his mind trying to wrap around the idea of forms of music being limited to luperci. Even witnessing it Tharin hadn't grasped that it was something he'd never be able to do. The singing itself promised to be pleasant. It would pass in a way Tharin was used to, comforting in some ways because of the similarity. Nodding his head Tharin prepared for the sound, tail beating the ground gently behind him.

He didn't get all of the lyrics. It was a beautiful song though, about finding love. Parts of it were hard for him to follow, just listening to the melody as it wove through the air. Tharin was surprised to see the salt water that Fayne had revealed when upset forming over Ookami's eyes. Was the male sad? He didn't smell upset. Maybe the tears meant something different. It's fine. Tharin watched the tears curiously, wondering why they were there. Are you in pain? Perhaps the injuries were bothering him.