He didn't know what he expected when she saw his missing limb. Certainly not the way she leaned over to examine him- or the way her tongue caressed his fleshy stump there; or even the way it made him feel, like his limb was never gone to begin with. He felt whole with her. He felt complete. He couldn't help but watch her with wonder in his mismatched gaze, awaiting that lovely voice, for that name he knew would be equally as lovely. But before she gives him that gift, he questions him. It is to be expected, after all- the last and first time they had met, he had been whole. Or, at least as whole as he had ever been since before meeting her.

Sighing softly to himself, he's giving her a handsome and yet sad, small smile, the scars upon his muzzle stretching taunt as he did. Memories of the past that will never be forgotten always plague him, but he will always move forward. He has found her, after all. "A shadow took my limb from me. The Black Prince, they call him.. the true Demon of Moladion. Tobias is his name." Holo doesn't go into any more detail, for is she wishes it- he will tell her. But his focus is on her, not himself, or his past. No. He is set on the here and now, with her, and only her. He wishes to consume himself with her and lose himself, to enjoy her- to know her as no one has ever before. And then she's siting beside him, her frame close to his own. But not close enough. He cannot help himself.

Shifting, Holo is careful to lean against her just enough to have contact between them, but nothing overbearing or too.. pushy. He didn't want to scare her away after all, they had only just found each other again. And then she gives him what he has been waiting for, and it has his chest igniting with adoration and admiration. Valkyrie, she tells him, and he tries it out for himself. "Valk..yrie." It's completely foreign to him, and after he says it slowly, and probably wrong, he glanced in her direction to see her reaction. Right, or wrong? And then she's asking the easiest question in the whole entire world. There's no hesitation in his gesture as he nods to her, parting his slender, silver and chocolate jaws to speak once more. "I feel you. You are no fool- and if you were, we are both fools. And can be fools together." His smile is back, the warmth so obvious in his gaze, as well as his curiosity. For the first time in his life, Holo looks like the boy he had been born to be, in his homeland of the Saw Tooth pack. For the first time in his life- the broken boy born of Alpha blood is whole.