It does not take the boy long, and this Sen is grateful for. He's silent in his approach, his pristine white fourm almost lost within the white wonderland surrounding them. But bright violet irises are sharp and catch him between the trees, following his movement until he is just before the healer. His greeting is quiet, a simple word echoing between them. 'Sen.' The pale, creme, exotically marked wolf is nodding his slender skull in confirmation, before the phantom is speaking again. 'Wraith.' The title Sen had been given by Coza, and so this yearling was indeed the wolf he was meant to teach. His approach is slow, and so quiet for one his age. There is no exuberant joy or laughter in his eyes as in some others his age, and his body language screams submission and something close to defeat. And those eyes. They are almost a mirror of those within Iromar, and thus leaves no doubt in the healers mind of who this wolf must have been sired by. This wolf had been one of Iromar- but now, now he was a wolf of Taviora and the closest thing to kin Sen will ever have beside his own children.

Tilting his head just as the boy had his own, the older wolf is about to speak but the paler one is speaking again. 'I must... thank you. No other would teach in Iromar. Not to Wraith.' There was a certain troubled feeling that then blossomed within Sen's chest. He had been within the heart of Iromar once- the dank, musty swamps that bog down the land and make the soil squelch beneath paw. He had only been there once and he has absolutely no wish to return. But to have been a wolf born there- born and raised? How would that affect their mind? Their behaviour? Their thoughts. But this boy, this Wraith- he was the opposite of what the wolves of Iromar were. The wolves of Iromar that he'd known- beside the only other pale wolf with dead eyes- were ruthless and merciless. Dante had not been so bad- he had protected and defended Hush, but he was as dark as the she-wolf had been- Lillith. Even the memory of the name has a rage clashing in his mind, but it is not shown on his features or upon his body language. What showed was a ravenous curiosity, and a gentle, handsome smile that more often than late carressed his beautiful features.

"There isn't a need for thanks- but you can if you would like. I will happily teach to Wraith- if Wraith would happily learn from Sen." Within the last fragement of his sentence, Sen switched to referring to himself in third person. It wasn't a usual speech pattern for him- but Wraith had done it, and in wanting to make him as comfortable as possible, the pale golden creme wolf weaved his words in a similar manner. The thought that this wolf was as he was- docile, quiet, and almost.. ashamed, simply because he had grown up in Iromar was almost infuriating to Sen. No wolf, regardles of who they might be, should be made to feel such a way. Even the true demons of Iromar did not deserve such a fate, though Sen was liable to grit his teeth about it. Moving forward on slender and graceful paws, his intense violet gaze roamed his fourm, drinking him in and observing him. The scent was already one that would be remembered, and the visual was easy enough for him to recall. Then a sudden thought is popping up in his mind.

Did Wraith even know what it was like to feel the touch of another? Swallowing slightly, Sen is steeling himself for just a moment before leaning forward and pressing the side of his pale muzzle into the even more pale fur of Wraith's left shoulder. The contact is brief, and when he pulls away a gentle smile is then adorning his muzzle. Like the bright gesture he had given before, this one is full of assurance and welcome, one showing his eager mindset and willingness to teach this young one. "What are you feeling like today, Wraith?" The words are soft spoken, with a certain grace in his voice- Sen felt that before the boy could learn what he had to teach, he would need to feel okay and to be comfortable and relaxed. He seemed more relaxed than when he first appeared- but there was a feeling that the healer couldn't quite place that made him feel.. not okay. And that was not okay with Sen. He wished to help him, to aid him- in more than just teaching him. For while it was healing he was teaching- it seemed that some healing needed to be done first before the lessons began.

Sen - Male - Ten - No Soul - Hush's Heart
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