The girl sits there. Nothing in the quiet darkness surrounding her so much as makes a peep or rustles under Seven bicolored scrutiny. Life - and Pan – had taught him to be cautious and even in the face of a wolf that seems so helpless Seven cannot help but stick to the lessons he has learned. Green and yellow eyes sweep over the girl and her surroundings before settling on her questioningly.

His mouth opens hesitantly only to shut again like a gaping fish. Pan might know what to say in any situation but Seven was not as skilled in language. And as usual he found himself at a loss as to what to do now that he had arrived to ‘rescue the damsel in distress.’ Instead of being the hero to swoop in a save the day Seven finds himself floundering like fish. Girls always did make her nervous.

Earth toned ears flicker in her direction – his resolve melting as it meets her stammering words. Duo colored gazers picks up on the spasms riddling her body and he can’t help but fall for her charade. Sevens heart, no matter how cold the world has made it, has always been made of gold. The poor boy such easy pickings. “It’s ok. You will be okay here. This is Moladion and it is the best place for wolves to be. Well… The new Moladion I suppose. You know since the rock came from the sky.” The boys’ well-meaning tone turns almost factual as he rambles. Clearly Seven is not one for social situations – especially ones requiring comfort. It’s almost kind of endearing how he tries anyways.

His lanky forms pads a few steps closer – his gaze turning weary as it flickers to the ground between them and then back to her shivering shape. If she was scared he didn’t want to spook her further by getting too close. Meeting her gaze ghostly stare Seven is frozen for a minute staring at her all white eyes. Unlike Weylins hers were devoid of any color, pupil included and it served well to startle the poor boy. “I will help you… I mean if I am capable of doing so of course… Oh and if you want me to….”



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