In his condition, he was not as alert as he usually would have been, his ears and eyes having failed to find the scent of the familiar girl before she was but standing before him. Her scent, too, had gone unnoticed, drowned out by perhaps his own blood or his own ignorance, he wasn't so sure. All he knew is that she now stood before him looking more smug than ever - he would have growled had he not been so intent on being as composed as usual. Truth be told, he could not prevent she was a sight for sore eyes. She'd become just another wolf swept up in a silly dream of that Heyel's a long time ago - honestly, when would they realise they were nothing more than drones? When was the last time he'd even heard of them doing something worthwhile, other than following wolves around, pestering them? That went for Khaleesi, as he remembered her name to be, too. When had been the last time he'd seen her, after all?

Her first comments went ignored as he continued to lap at the blood that had ran down his leg, his ears twisting to face her. He even side glanced her, his own brow rising to mimic her. Only when she spoke of Alcide getting the best of him did he finally resign from his task, twisting his head to face her with an amused grin. Still, the wound over his neck ached from the movement but she did not need to know such thing. For all the damage taken, he thought he was doing quite a good job at keeping his pain a secret.

"Is that why you and your, what do you call him - Master? - harass children as they learn from their fathers?"

His tone was curt and yet ever so polite, the corners of his lips tugging up into an even more bemused smile. There was still some fight left in him today even if it was to be only verbal - it was entertaining, at least.

"And for the record, love, I well and truly pissed off said larger wolf. I even took his ear and half his face as a souvenir but nowtell me, when was the last time you fought for something other than ego?"
He snorted, meeting her gaze only for a moment before resuming his previous task - he began to once more fastidiously groom the fur over his legs and chest, his ears remaining twisted towards her. He could not wipe the smug grin from his face though, almost excited to see the girl's response. Slowly but surely, however, he began to rise on his paws, growling beneath his breath at the ache of his wounds being stretched. At least they had stopped bleeding, he figured, and at least he was beginning to look as beautiful as he should.

"Why don't you smell of Diveen, girl?"

He sniffed wearily at her, the scent of his own blood finally removed from the air enough to actually smell. Diveen was faint on her, the smell of the river and loam, but it was stale. How curious! He could not contain the lightest of chuckles that rumbled in his throat. Oh, how the amusement of her company served as a sedative.

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[ five - soul of caligula ]