He doesn't feel any embarrassment from his staring as he assessed the body language of the others gathering. He ran on instinct partly, determining if they are friend, foe, or food. His lava-touched eyes carefully watch the group that was forming. Mostly, it was not anything he felt threatened by, and nor did he think he had the ability to take on so many if one was weak. His eyes focus on the first girl that likely lived here, until they snapped over to the group of girls coming this way again. His eyes naturally were drawn to the movement and their excitement. First, his eyes fell to Zelda, looking her over and feeling a bit of tension releasing due to her demeanor. Then his eyes scan to another girl...a darker girl. And they do not leave her.

It was like his eyes were glued onto her, unable to peel them from her as she greeted others hello. He heard it, and his ears cup forward and focus in on only her voice. It causes his head to...tilt slightly. He knew not words for why her voice was different than the others. He knew not words for why his eyes did not wish to part from her. He knew not words for the reason why he wants to dart forward and shove the other girl away from her...and why he wanted the other males to advert their gaze from her.

He did not feel this for the other females or males here. He did not notice as his fire-touched eyes continued to burn into her...her. His white fur ruffles in the wind as his head tilts again to her voice. He watches without moving as she flows, like liquid, to another girl and giving her touch. Touch he was immediately jealous of and desiring. He did not even notice that the other girl with eyes of blue had been looking at him at some point. He only knew that his fur was on edge now, and that he could not hold himself back any longer. He needed to be by her, to touch her, to be with her and only her. There was almost a sensation of pain as he continued to stand still. Pain caused by not flinging himself to her. Without further hesitation, he goes from his frozen state into a straight run to her.

It was as if his life depended on it. He needed to get to her. He needed to touch her, needed to get the others away- mainly the males, but he did not understand why. He was unable to question it as his black paws made their dash. It was not a very long dash, being only 10 feet or do away, but it felt like forever. Teeth bared at the males before his lips dropped back over. He almost smashes directly into her, the dark girl with white. In fact if she does not move, he would indeed smash directly into her, but he does slow his speed before reaching her.

If he crashes into her, he will simply stand up again right next to her, hoping to touch even in the slightest. If he does not crash into her, he will stand beside her or continue to chase. Regardless of what happens, there is one word that finally comes to his mind that was silent before. His mind was only reacting, going with what he felt, and not attempting to rationalize it with words he did not have...until this moment. He knew the word that his father and brother had often uses that echoed in his head now. He rarely used this word if ever, never feeling as much attachment to meat or things as they did. But he understood now. He understood this word now more than ever, with his eyes of lava and flesh of reptilian green stare into hers if she dare look into them.

"Mine," he states without hesitation that he had before. He says it with conviction, like a truth had been announced to the world. She was his and yet...and yet he was hers...but he did not have the words to say it. Being so far gone from sister, and no such words being echoed from his family, he felt a frustration building. His white brows wrinkled around his black-lined eyes. His tongue licks his nose and he opens his mouth as if wanting to say something else....wanting to acknowledge that he was equally hers but instead he says...."Yours mine," with a struggle, knowing not if he said what he intended. Mine had felt so correct, so truthful and yet he knew that his words may be failing him now...but the meaning, the meaning will be true regardless of what he says. He is hers now, just as she is his.