He was used to extended periods of silence. In fact, most of his life had been spent in the company of silence and the simple sounds of earth. He became quite acquainted with the songs of other living creatures in species not his own. Sure, he was raised wolf, by his mother Stella, and interacting with his siblings for the early moons of his life. Yet, that phase did not last long. Stella was dead. He watched his sister kill her. He watched it all before his own eyes, and still remembers Bella standing there, with Stella hanging dead in her mouth. It was then he left, not to be seen by any related blood again. That is when the quite life seeped in to be his world. Until now...


Her ears flicker at her giggle. It made his face twitch slightly as his blue eyes dotted with black look at her, continuously confused. Why did she make that noise? What was it, and what was the point? He felt somewhat...offended by it, but he did not understand why. It caused his fur to bristle slightly in reaction- if he meant to or not.

Her words preventing his irritation from growing any further, at least for the moment. She speaks of her parents, how the...imprints became mates and loved each other. This concept, was completely foreign to him. In fact, he hardly even knew what the word love meant, and such a thing showed as she continued to explain. He shifted uncomfortably. She said many things that he did not quite grasp or understand. His mother was not one to explain such nuanced things so young to him, and she was killed when he was just two winters old. Much of the social world was a blank slate to him. What he did understand, was that it could never go away unless...

His attention peaked at that word- mainly because that was where he understood the concept. He didn't want to seem...stupid, not knowing these things, but he didn't really want to show that he didn't want to seem stupid. It was a cycle really, thus paid attention to things that processed easily with him. She then states that death is the way to rid himself of her. Death...a thing he knew most well at this point. Death was what kept him alive...the death of others. Her felt odd about this though. Like how he felt odd when Bella had Stella in her mouth. He wanted to rip her neck out to free himself of her- but at the same time, he could not get himself to budge to do such a thing. Instead, he huffed, and began to pace with irritation in front of her, back and forth a few times before he paused and looked at her with hard eyes that seemed to soften on impact.

"I didn't understand half of what you said. I am not stupid, okay? I just...never mind," he ended in a growl, his gaze only remaining for a moment before his pacing ended with him starting to storm off away from her. How does he explain what he does not understand to her? How could he possibly do that? He was unable to deal with it, and knew only to try and find solitude...his only friend in this harsh world.