He is so very close, and he is so very correct. For when it is that he speaks, offers her his valuable words, she thinks on them for a time. It was obvious they were both prone to silence, and though she breaks it between them, he does not seem to mind. He had asked but a simple question which, in turn, she should give a simple answer. And so, she does. "No." Simple is quite very simple, and he is so very close.

She can feel the heat rolling off of him in waves, for he is taller than her and towers above her. She is not so very tiny, but she is small, and she does not mind the way she has to look up at him. In fact, she likes the way she has to, and the way she can see every curve and supple portion of his chest, his throat, his jaw and his face. She can see the minute details there and she drinks him in, needing, aching to move closer and yet she doesn't. Not yet. Silence passes between them until he speaks his thoughts and his explanations, more than she could have ever asked him for. But at his last question, her bright, ice eyes with their swirling flames focus on him, and if her words to not convey it, her expression surely does. "I would be no place but beside you."

For, truly, since she was a young girl, Achlys has wanted nothing more than to be near him, to be beside him. Whether it was with her friends and her bones, or with whatever he wished her to have- she would be there and she would have it. She would do anything, anything at all for him, and she very well knew it. Some might call it love, but not the black and white wolf. She would not call it anything but.. her very own, and even that did not make the most sense. She can stand the distance no longer, and so, though he might have snapped at her or moved away, she leans forward to touch her muzzle to his, parallell in her momentary gesture. For while she does wish to linger there and to feel him, she pulls away if only out of respect for him. Should he allow it, she would remain and seek to press even closer to him, but she would not push any boundry he might have. As much as she had always wanted to know him, that was just it- she did not know him, and it would take knowing him to know him .

The whole social business was a bizzare and strange concept for the girl, and though she has had four years, seldom have any of those years been spent in the company of others. From but a newborn, she was left to her own devices and her own thoughts. There had been Diveen to see her fed and protected, but once she was old enough, she had left. She held no ties there, no bonds, no family, no nothing. Little Achlys had nothing anywhere, except for him, him who she always sought out and now was with. She would rather be no place else, and so either watched him from a very slight distance with her dual toned gaze or watched him right up close and personal. However he reacted would decide on how she reacted in turn, and so they would wind up however they might.