Looking down from his superior position he didn't in the slightest feel as if he had an advantage over the other; he couldn't quite figure it out why this was the case, maybe it was the fact that he had currently not succeeded in getting a rise out of the other, yet. Canines who managed to keep a level head and remain calm made it seem as if getting angry at them was pointless, as infuriating as the fact was the young Nishant could feel initially spark of anger already waning away as the other responded in a too level like manner for the lad, the red heads arms crossing just seemed to resign the boy last. It was like arguing with this mother all over again, knowing that no matter what he said and did he'd loose and come out worse then he did at the start, knowing that he is in the right but unable to prove himself or even get some form of reaction out of whom he was arguing with.

If the red head shouted at him, hit him, threw his emotions around then the lad would feel satisfaction in his harsh words, feel as if he was getting somewhere. But no, in response to his harsh greeting it seemed all he earned in return was logic and a perfectly rational statement back. Wrinkling up his nose in distaste he rolled his eyes, a childish display of his dislike of the situation, although an improvement from screaming in the red heads face as he so desired to do. Dropping his reigns he allowed them to fall lightly onto Buck's neck before he swung his leg over and dismounted, hitting the ground with an audible thud he reached back to the horse and grasped the stallions reigns underneath his head, not that he expected Buck to wonder off, it was more for the familiar reassurance that he found in the horse's presence.

“I sent the note so you wouldn't pester the tribe with further visits looking for me.” it was a perfectly logical thing to do in his opinion, too stubborn to admit quite at the moment to either the red head or himself that perhaps he had wanted Strel to seek him out and come see him again. “And how have I ever been rash” arms folded across his chest in an attempt to mimic the other, baring his tribal covered torso clearly for he only wore a pair of tight, low riding tattered black shorts. “All I said was that I was moving packs, there was nothing there for you to worry about” is voice came out vaguely strained and slightly harsh whilst he attempted to project a more... mature and calm tone to his speech. “So again I ask, what do you want?”

He flinched in response to Strel's words, muscles growing tight and jaw clenching shut, true as they were he didn't like anyone bringing that particular matter up, for reasons opposite to which everyone was angry at him about it for. Lying to his family and causing them heartbreak meant little to him, a trivial thing he'd done in the spare of the moment to escape his mothers control and to hurt her like she had hurt him when she left him and his siblings in his foreign pack. No, the guilt he felt was due to the fact he'd had his beloved twin lie for him and shoulder the burden of delivering news of his death to everyone, it hadn't been fair on Al. Then Al betrayed him, left with his mum and Alu; it seemed foolish to still feel guilty about having made Al lie back then even when his twin had clearly turned his back on him like everyone else. “Don't speak as if you know anything about me” the words were strained, odd coloured arms falling to his side with fist clenched tightly, green eyes closing and opening slowly as he forced himself to let the comment slip by.

Once more the red head shocked him, forest eyes dragging away from the taller male and down to himself before pulling back up, arms wrapping around his stomach as if he could hide away the evidence of his own neglect, ears flicking back against his skull as the lecture continued. When writing the letter he had thrown in Sebastian’s name on a whim, to hopefully make Strel think he was fine on his own, the pale lad hadn't counted on the red head knowing the fox coloured male. Even now the Nishant wasn't aware of how obvious Sebastian's actions were and how... wide spread his 'reputation' was. All he knew was that he'd slept with the male, willingly, followed him to his pack and had limited interaction with him since; he'd slept with another male for no real reason and held no emotions afterwords. It scared him, the lad having reached the conclusion that he was damaged goods, unable to have family, friends or apparently any form of relationship.

Where upon Stel finished speaking the lads head had fallen low, eyes cast at the ground. “I'm eating just fine, i'm no pup. I can look after myself. And I know what i'm doing, I know him better then you atleast” his response was given to the floor, voice still stubborn and argumentative though; even if he couldn't look the other in the eye.

“I'm fine” was his immediate response, spoken with no thought, for that's all the other wanted; a reassurance that he could look after himself, that Strel could leave him be and be done with him. A hand grasped his chin, forcing his head up, green eyes widened in panic and a need to run filled him, suddenly feeling cornered and anxious, a breath catching in his throat before he calmed himself, eyes settling looking to the left and right but refusing to catch the red heads eyes.

He didn't want this, he didn't want to hear this lecture or have someone point out his failures. God, he didn't know anything about what to do with his life and he didn't need someone meddlesome elder to point that out to him. “What's that got-ta do wid anything” he muffled out, chin still in the other hands, mind racing as it became oh-so-apparent he was quite clearly busted and yet, he still couldn't make his eyes look to the others. Hands unfurled from his side and it occurred to him that he could probably remove the others hand if he tried hard enough, even lacking his superior build of which he had had their last encounter he was stubborn and would have his way if he choose to deny the small contact.

Even as the thought occurred to him he dismissed it, why was a mystery to him, all he knew is that he didn't mind the red heads touch too much and that it was tolerable, for now. Strelein's words on the other hand both hurt and confused him, prying into emotional wounds he hadn't began to wrap his head around just yet. Blinking slowly he smothered all urges to squirm in embarrassment, telling himself there was no way that Strel would know what had transpired between himself and the other male; only they had been present and he didn't think Sebastian had been telling the world. Changing the direction his thoughts were drifting in the lad tried to make sense of his uncles words, seeing no fault in Sebastian wanting to befriend his uncle nor the fact the fox male apparently liked to paint. “And why is him wanting to know more about you an issue?” his voice was innocent, genuinely not comprehending the others vague opinion of Sebastian. “And his paintings, what's wrong with them?” having not seen them the Nishant was curious somewhat about why his uncle had grouped the paintings with the previous comment.

Flinching a little as the hand was removed from his chin and onto his shoulder he once more accepted the small contact, eyes darting down to the hand and then to the floor now that his head was free once more. “How many times do I have to say i'm fine?”

Some aspects of life he had received and understood clearly; manners to higher ranked canines, respect of another's property, politeness upon foreign borders. Common sense things that he had learnt growing up and rejected and opposed in a form of youth rebellion, a choice he made whereas anything concerning relationships was a mystery to him, the pumice boy lacked fundamental understanding in many aspects which others considered basic knowledge; with so little family interaction and engagement with others it wasn't much of a surprise that he lacked the capacity to integrate himself with others and comprehend friendship, love and other forms of socialization, because he had missed out on such things for the most part. His innocence was not feigned, despite having slept with the male in question the Nishant lad could not connect his uncles words to the act of sleeping with another, it wasn't as if he discussed others or his own sex lives often.

“I don't know what? What don't I apparently know?” he threw back in frustration stemmed from lack of understanding, even more so the fact that the red haired male wasn't giving him clear, straight answers when he'd asked for an explanation to what Strel was trying to get at. Even with the comparison to meat it didn't make sense, for the fox coloured male wasn't a cannibal last the lad had heard, although he wouldn't be all that surprised if Sebastian turned out to be for some reason, which left the lads opinion of the other up for question.“Strel, stop speaking in circles and answer the damn question. You're making no sense” breathing heavily out of his nose he sighed heavily, getting fed up of repeating himself like a broken record. “For the hundredth time” the words were exaggerated but he cared little, his tone of voice strained and quieter then normal, “I am perfectly fine. Just a lousy couple of weeks hunting and I have no need for friends” friends would betray him and abandon him, he wasn't fool enough to let someone it to open himself up for pain once more. “I'm fine on my own. I don't need anyone”.

Inside everything went cold, a pain worming around his stomach as the strong desire to kill himself there and then struck the lad; the subject of discussion should of become apparent to him sooner then it had, perhaps then he wouldn't of felt as humiliated and embarrassed as he did. Strelein knew, he didn't know how exactly his ex-uncle had figured out he'd slept with Sebastian or even for sure if his uncle knew exactly or was just talking in general. “Why. Why do you care what's in it for anyone or who the hell sleeps with anyone.” and there went any possibility of feigning ignorance after the realization had struck him. “So what if he paints the guys he sleeps with. It is not your place to judge who I need or do not need” not that he'd particularly been spending much time with the fox coloured male after loosing his virginity to the other, a few brief encounters here and there only. The more the mention of Sebastian continued the more the lad wished he hadn't followed his whim and thrown the male's name down in the letter; he had intended for it to make it clear to his ex-uncle that he was not alone and that he was fine, not to be bothered. Without a doubt that plan had backfired big time.

Once more his temper began to flare, the red-heads laugh doing little to settle the moon-touched Nishant, a harsh growl burning through his throat along with dry laughter. “And what if my pride is all I have left? What if my 'attitude'” he sneered the word as he repeated what the other had said, “is all that's keeping me breathing. You tell me to give up all I have to live for.” breathing out heavily he was about to expand upon his point, exactly what he was going to say he wasn't all too sure, he just wanted to shout, fling his arms around and stomp his feet. A sharp prod to his stomach had all plans of a full blown tantrum stopped right in their tracks.

“Noss is gone. I'm not your nephew any more so will you stop this entire pretence that you actually give to shits about me?” and old argument he knew, but still one he didn't have clear answers to and a lot safer in content as to what they had been discussing. Did it really matter why someone wanted to look after him? No one had ever bothered to before and the fact that his ex-uncle was proving so stubborn unsettled him greatly, scared him even. “You want to hear how god dammed miserable I am?” he whispered. “I have no one left, everyone betrays me regardless. I have no friends around me, i'm always alone; no one cares. I wake up and don't see the point in leaving my room, don't feel the need to hunt or do anything with myself. Each moment I can only think of what I could of done to make mum stay, of all the things I did to push them away. This is my punishment, it's only right I suffer and eventually i'll die. Then I won't have to deal with any of this any more, no more pain every moment of my life, no more making up excuses or having to pretend everything is fine, or dealing with ex-relatives who want to look after me out of some twisted sense of guilt. Happy now” as he progressed his volume rose, voice growing heavy with emotion and a tight set forming in his jaw.

Holding his tongue he opted to stare at the red headed male, not quite giving into the other but deeming it pointless to continue arguing over the same point again and again, when no matter what he would not understand why Strel wished to concern himself with him, especially after how his family had abandoned him too; it only occurred to him that moment that the other may hold him accountable for his families actions. The other had lost Noss, a mate. Maybe the pain of loosing a mate was worse then the betrayal of ones family, he didn't know but he felt that perhaps his ex-uncle really did understand the pain and suffering he had been subjected to.

Opening his maw he snapped it closed with an audible 'click', breathing out heavily through his nose in irritation at the others description of him as 'not healthy'. He was alive and breathing and that was healthy enough, he hadn't said those words for the other to judge him. Heck, it bothered him that he was even opening up enough to speak of such sensitive subjects in the firs place. Why couldn't Strelein see, adter having been hurt by Noss, that friends and family were not worth the effort and hobbies held no joy in them if one was alone and could share them with no one.

Continuing his silence green eyes glared at the red head in heated emotion. Never did he want to confess such things to anyone, especially not the male before him. He was going to laugh, mock him, spit on him like the piece of dirt he was, perhaps even hate the pale male, be disgusted by how pathetic he was. Shoulders shook and the legs that had held him strongly so far grew numb and threatened to give way, ears flicked back as he braced himself for whatever the male before him was going to throw at him.

No condescending laugh came, only further baseless kindness. Legs gave way and he crumpled to the ground, arms falling limp on either side of him as his head hung low upon his shoulders in defeat. “I can't do this. I can't do this. Does it please you to act kindly, offer help when in the end you'll just leave me like them. Betray me like they did. Why won't you just go already?” each word was strained, complimented by whimpers here and there.

The world seemed to tilt as he was pulled forward into the red-heads arms, white cheek resting upon the male's chest as a sense of warmth and safety settled over him. Such a false feeling and yet he wanted to melt into it so badly. Desired deep within him for someone, all along, to come by and drag him away from the hell he kept himself in. Yet he hid from the world, from his pack which he could of be-friended, attempted to push away the closest thing he had to family, simply because she left him to follow her heart, even just moments ago he had been pushing Strel away out of illogical fear. How could he want something so badly and actively throw away every chance he had at obtaining it? It disgusted him to think he was so weak, so cowardly that he kept doing the same mistakes, over and over again. Sooner or later he'd destroy himself, emotionally and physically; it was the inevitable outcome for someone so deeply stuck in a rut, refusing all assistance and good will shown towards him.

The option to reject once more was there, as weak and pathetic as he was currently appearing he could say no, give into his pride and foolish search for independence. Closing his eyes his pale maw opened, taking in a sharp breath of a whimper before the decision was made; he gave no resistance, falling limp against the other and just listening to the softly spoke words. Shyly he brought his arms around the others waist, hands shaking along with his shoulders as the lad forced back continuous whimpers. “Where?” his voice was shaky, but he managed to respond with a question rather then an answer, a slight improvement even if his stubborn streak was still there, stopping him from out-right accepting the others request.

Home. A concept that he wanted to embrace so badly, the ultimate bait that even he couldn't resist or push away. Was he really going to pack everything and up and leave the pack he'd only recently joined, just because some ex-relative of his showed a moments kindness and offered him a home? Foolishly, it seemed he was. “Home” the voice that spoke the word sounded foreign to him, his own and yet not quite; too soft, to quiet, full of longing and most certainly too agreeable. “I remember it a little” he responded, mind dragging back to the time where war was being raged and yet, funnily enough, his life made a lot more sense back then and his heart held a lot less holes.

Taking in a series of shallow breaths he picked the words from his brain, forming a sentence so slowly may have appeared to have zoned out altogether, but he wanted to word things right, explain that he couldn't leave there and then, that there were things he would take care of first and then he'd come. Unless he changed his mind during the time between now and then, which was fairly probable knowing the lads doubting and self-preserving nature. “I'll need to pack, speak with the leaders here and sort things out” all of which would require time, time which would allow him to think more when he was less emotional and work up. “But i'll come, once I sort everything out i'll come. So you can go back ahead of me, i'll, I, uh, I know my way there.” lame but he believed he'd got his message across well enough and these were not the red-heads lands, so he figured his uncle would allow him to sort things out and trust him a little to stick to his words.

Raising to two paws, unsteadily at first and then with more confidence he rose and made his way over to where Buck had drifted of, grasping the horse's reigns. Mounting he left without looking back, frowning the whole time as he picked apart his thoughts and emotions regarding the matter at hand and the option he had on a silver platter before him.