Ajani

Asteraia

He follows his bob-tailed beauty without question or complaint, without asking even about the youths she left behind. It is not his duty to police her weaned children, nor hers to forever be enslaved to their needs. Pragmatic, perhaps, but no matter. He dedicates himself entirely to her whimsy and desires - for what else does one do in the light of such lonely odds. Her touch stills him without hesitation, her sigh tugging at his heart for lack of help to give.

“What do you think we should do? There are many packs out there, but do you know of which one we should join?”

Her question relieves him somewhat, his sleeplessness stemming almost directly from the dangers that lurked in these wild lands. “My ears have kept to the heartbeat of the loners around us and there is tell of a moorland pack who has been usurped by a young female. It is as fresh as we are and may work to our advantage. It sounds like they could use a woman of your skills.” Perhaps it is presumptuous of him that she would continue to be a healer - but he feels confident enough not to regret the words yet.

Her expression that he catches when he finishes makes his heart still, “But I would not share you with them if I did not have to. I find I am quite jealous of your time.” A hint perhaps of his intention, of his desire, as he seeks approval or disapproval. “I fear once we arrive, you will have little more use for me than passing hellos. I find I am not at all prepared to watch you disappear into the needs of others if I cannot be assured of your coming back to a den with me… of being able to love you properly, if I may be so bold.”

male · fourteen · 40in · 184 lbs · treasurer of nakato · no soul’s temple