Loki was actually surprised when Elowen decided to sit down. So she wasn’t as jumpy as he had thought. Interesting. His skills at reading others had obviously gotten rusty. This was no good. He’d have to work on that. Then again, it had been easy at home when it was the family he had known for his entire life. He couldn’t even remember the last time one of them had surprised him. Well, besides when his father had cast him out. That had certainly not been anywhere near what he expected. He would never admit it, but that was part of the reason he was so reluctant to join a pack. In all honesty, he did want the company that it offered, but if he were actually invested in it, he would have to risk the same rejection that he had before. While he covered the raw wound with arrogance and flattery, it was still there, under the surface.


When Elowen spoke of her own family, Loki simply inclined his head to indicate that he had heard her words. If she didn’t want to take their insults personally, who was he to disagree. He had never had to put up with such a thing from his family. His looks were not common, their coats having a golden tint rather than his black, but he had embraced his unique coloration and used it to his advantage, becoming almost exotic despite having been born on pack lands.


He allowed his smirk to mirror Elowen’s as she spoke of packs and other wolves. “From what I have seen, none of these packs have any real advantages over the others,” he paused, wondering how much he wished to tell her. Then again, she seemed to only know of one pack, so if he mentioned what he knew, it might not be enough to put her back on edge. He had the feeling that Iromar was not one of the more welcoming of the packs in these lands. “I, too have spoken to a single pack wolf. She took me back to her pack, but disappeared before doing any more than show me where the lands were.” He scoffed slightly, one lip curling delicately over pointed teeth. “It was not much to look at.”


Indeed, it was quite true of Iromar. It had been mostly mist and swamp. Hardly somewhere he would like to call home. The only thing that drew him back there was that Jezebeth had been the only wolf worth his time that he had met. Even this conversation seemed dull to him.


“So tell me,” he said, standing now and slowly walking around her, his movements fluid. He did not approach her, though, staying the same distance away as he circled. “You really know nothing of the wolves here? You seem to have at least become familiar with these lands. You must know something interesting.”


In truth, he was purely posturing. She may offer up some interesting tidbit that he hadn’t heard yet – a fairly easy task considering that he knew very little.

LOKI
. male . five years . solid black . not mated . not imprinted . no pack .
Kerowyn