<font color=#a1987a><font color=white></font> How am I still alive?</font>

He half expects to find Vague's nose coming out of the den, lightning fast to snap at him for bothering their potential sleep, though the scent of the male isn't there, he just can't help but think that will happen to him. One of these days' he'll stick his nose in there and find a wolf on the other end of the black tiped creation. He lays there silently though, not submissive just silently, in contemplation. He raises to his feet, slowly, and wonders if he was wrong, perhaps they are dead asleep, perhaps they are already out discussing things, he is on all four haunces and is about to turn around and leave when he hears her voice filter through the darkness and into his ears, they perk and his head swings around so those pale pupil-less eyes stare into the inky darkness, almost begging for her to come out faster. But he does not rush.

It seems they are two of a kind, truly for he seems to find little sleep in the weeks that had past, days it seems would be more appropriate but he just seems to think that one day drags into the next. The stones had revealed to him many things, the bones shifting and showing the future. He knows what's to come, but some things he is having problems with. She comes out of her den and moves around him to stand next to him and stare out at the landscape in the background. He takes in a deep breath "to many things to count truthfully," he says and turns to look into the side of her face. Should he tell her about Ska? about Vague? about Amiss or whatever his name was? how could he forget that wolf, the way the two woman had thrown themselves at him, the way that one male had dove inbetween bites. Could Paldor do such a thing in future if need be?

He doesn't know this, for not everything is fore-told in the bones or dreams of his mind. Something deep within him wants to console her, wants to place his nose against her pale white fur, to look deep within those lavender eyes, deep deep within them this time, not past them into the background of life like he always did, he wanted to tell her that things would be ok, that things would pick up. But it was like telling Ishtar she wasn't evil. She was, highly evil, this Paldor knew, but her fight for the pup had told him that she did have a bit of a heart locked away within that ice block of her chest. Did evil have a heart? like fairy tales of his child-hood, were they all crooked creatures? just in a different way... perhaps...

He didn't know what drew them together. He doesn't understand the characteristics of their relationship, why is it that they had come to each other on that day so long ago? why did he choose to care about this one female when he promised himself that he wouldn't get attached to another, that he would never force himself to care ever again because caring only lead to broken hearts and shattered souls. Had he changed since coming here? he still figured them all to be fools, so scratch that off the list of things that haven't changed. He still figures that he shouldn't be allowed a second chance at a life of happiness.... but fate has a way of throwing them another bone to chew on, the silence has gone on to long. Perhaps far to long than it should have. "Will you walk with me Ruvindra?" to where? he didn't know. He just needed to get out of the swamp and find some breathing space, to clear his head and hopefully help guide him to the right words that will not lead in him getting something bitten off.

"this is how he speaks"
Paldor thoughts look like this
Voices in his head look like this

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