I smile, watching as he tenses up, preparing for him to launch, but it never comes, he doesn't follow through with what his body seems geared to do. How odd? I sit, puzzlement clearly on my face as I watch his gaze slide to the bead of blood between us. I grin, the scars on his face suggest that he is a fighter, a warrior so to speak, but this jumpy tick he has going on seems to suggest he simply has bad luck. None the less I find him interesting, to say the least. Though whether the interest is in his favor or out of it, I truly can't say at this point in time. I can only play this one by ear, wondering what he is all about. I feel my ears perk as I catch the movement of his mouth, knowing his words are something of importance. What did I want with him? Well, first of all, I have no idea how to answer that question. Second, what kind of question was that?

I was only curious about the wolf behind the trail, and the more we talk, the more interesting he becomes to me. He seems like a fighter, but...it is as if something is broken in him, or perhaps I am way off in reading him. I do need to brush up on that skill, I have become rusty with it in my solitude. Keeping away from others -I have come to realize- may have not been the brightest idea in my history of bright ideas. "You are bleeding pretty bad, as a concerned citizen of Moladion, I thought I would see if you were still kicking." I smile, a dazzling smile to some, but it is simply my smile. Though there is a hollowness to the motion, something almost there, only it can't quite reach my eyes. I am getting that empty feeling again, the one I hate because of what it means. "So...why were you hiding in the tall grass?" I venture, a rare moment of true curiosity crossing my expression. Well, you have my attention, wolf. It is not often one gets this pleasure.

And i hold on to what got, for as long as i can
And now it's fallen apart in my hand
And it's so hard to understand
It seems like you're here with me
I just wanna see you again