Fritjof was not sure if he could explain why he was so restless. Now was a time for families and closeness. He had not yet settled down, had neither mate nor imprint, and no offspring. Not that he did not want those things, just he had to wait for the right females. Yet, even though he knew patience was a virtue he found it a trait difficult to portray or exemplify. He was ambitious and in a hurry by nature. While he could temper his speech and count the seconds to be sure he was not rushing, he could not block his impatience from his heart. Hence the midnight runs.
"Well, I have no one in Taviora at the moment..." he admits grudgingly, a little embarassed. "What brings you out this far?" He assumed most in Diveen were also home, curled around dens, singing and laughing. Even though he was not alone in Taviora, being among the families made him feel a bit more lonely than out here in the empty woods. "Not that you have to tell me if you don't want to" he adds hastily, not wanting to intrude. Perhaps she was waiting for someone... a secret elopement between two of enemy packs. He tended to have an overly fantastical mind, where romantic stories sometimes overtook practicality. |