the boundaries which divide life from death
are at best shadowy and vague.
who shall say where the one ends,
and where the other begins?


Hymeshe listened to Devlin chuckle at his words. He found his statement quite simple and blunt. Perhaps his meaning was not clear enough, so the male sighs inwardly, his gaze locked lazily on the black wolf before him. Hym found the boy rather irritating, his cocky confidence tainting the air encasing the wolves. The massive beast couldn’t seem to find a reason to continue this exquisite conversation, but unfortunately for Hym, the breeze carried the scent of a female approaching. With eyes locked on Devlin, he noticed the internal battle the male fought before him, an apparent dislike flitting through his eyes before neutrality overcame him.

Clearly, he hadn’t noticed the female approaching. Hymeshe was much more aware of his surroundings than most, yet he almost was not surprised of the obliviousness of the wolf. As the female entered the clearing, she wasted no time on introducing herself and assessing the situation before her. She was unusually marked but that wasn’t what caught Hym’s attention immediately, it was that she was wounded. It was marked along her pelt and in the stiffness of her muscles; curiosity danced its way across his eyes for a slight moment before it vanished, no longer caring.

Not that he was uncomfortable around social groups; it was that he didn’t particularly like them. Here he was enjoying the peace and quiet of the woods before the two came along to disturb his silence. A sense of impatience quickly engulfed him as Hymeshe flicked an ear in irritation. Listening to Devlin reply to the female was like watching a child mocking another, he found it a nuisance, but with his way blocked by the two he sat calmly until they left. Perhaps, he should have jus acted like a deaf wolf, he was fairly good at acting, or perhaps he should have just not replied.

Yes, that would have been fantastic.

Although, watching the two duke it out might be rather amusing, or Hymeshe could use it as a distraction to get away. Listening to Devlin speak up again, he let his eyes roll lazily back to the lithe loner before him. Hym wasn’t about to let a stranger get a reaction out of him with his arrogance. Standing, he stretched, his belly low to the ground and his rump in the air accompanied with a large yawn of boredom. Returning to a standing position, even at the distance they stood apart, Hym toward over the two before him.

Watching the male and female before him Hymeshe knew his nap was out of the question at this point. Choosing not to answer, he instead, returns to a sitting position, one ear cocked forward, the other listening to his surroundings.

hymeshe
lord of snow
{ 5 }{ male }{ 42” }{ 210lb }{ imprint }{ loner }{ girly<3 }

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