There is something about the ethereal boy of white that Sen just simply cannot name. It's not even something to actually think, about. It was more so something to be felt- something the healer felt and it made him intensely curious about this boy. What made it so, what made him so- to be as he was, so nervous and anxious. 'The word 'thank you'.. not enough. Will make Sen - Coza - proud.' As it was both his art and trade, the pale creme wolf observed the youngster with a practiced ease, noting the tension that seemed to raidate off of him as well as the uncertainty. And when Sen had pulled back from the simple touch he had given, his violet eyes watching the boys own pale gaze, he sees confusion and uncertainty. Wraith's haunting gaze is first focused on the spot that Sen had touched him, before finding the healers intense and vivid violet irises. He tilts his head in the curious manner almost all wolves do, before he speaks and the creme males attention is all on him.

'Like learning. Like making.. Taviora.. proud. Make all proud. Excited. Yes.' The boy had such a peculiar way of speaking that Sen could not help the way he enjoyed the sounds. It was refreshing, really, to not be assaulted with proper grammar and words that everyone seemed capable of spewing. This boy, this Wraith was something special, Sen just knew it, and he was determined to find out. And it was the perfect situation. This was his student, his pupil- and as his teacher the healer knew they would be spending a lot of time together over the next few years. He could only hope Wraith choose to stick it out 'till the end, and that, maybe, just maybe, they would remain good friends long after their time together comes to an end. And then the boy is catching the pale wolf completely off guard. White paws drag Wraith forward and a gentle touch is placed by his muzzle against Sen's shoulder. He is not tense- rather, he is warm and relaxed.

It is pleasant, this thing to be sharing with someone who perhaps does not really know what it is like. Then again- perhaps Wraith was indeed accustomed to touch, but the way his pale gaze watched Sen in this moment made the older male smile. The boy was intelligent, smart, and very inquisitive. He was a bit quiet and his mind seemed to work differently than others- but there was no doubt in the older wolves mind that this boy would be a wonderful student. Returning the gaze with a steady one of his own, he follows the boys movement when he pulls away. For good measure, he had momentarily pushed his shoulder into Wraith's touch- letting him know in a subtle manner that his touch, company, and even presence was greatly appreciated. Not to mention the fact that it seemed Wraith actually wanted to learn. 'Does Sen... feel like teaching? Like.. knowing Wraith?'

The healer gives no hesitation- instead, he is nodding his feminine and slender muzzle down slightly before speaking at last. "I feel very much like knowing Wraith as well as teaching him. It would be my honour." His words ring with a certain truth- because, simply put, they are nothing but the truth. While Sen might have been rather nervous at first, having never met Wraith before- it had all been put to rest during the first moments of interaction with the pale ghost. Closing the distance a bit between them, he left perhaps a foot of space between them before finding himself relaxed and reclined just beside the boy. His ever observant and brilliant violet gaze watched the boy for any indication that the healer might be too close. "Tell me, Wraith- tell me of Wraith, where he comes from, who he comes from. Tell me about him."

His own gentle and confident words are accented with his own tilt to his slender skull. He wanted to know more about Wraith, for comfort was what one learned best within. And Sen would do anything to make the pale phantom feel welcome and warm, just as he wanted him to feel.

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