He was never good at expressing himself, never good at admitting what was wrong even caring to state it. Forcing it out of him was probably the only way he could get it out. Otherwise he would just forever remain in silent tormenting himself. It wasn’t like he was even overly emotional and certainly far from munificent in showing any level of affection. That was his mother’s fault, for sure. The only wolf he ever saw her show any level of affection for was Malina, but perhaps it was that too was the reason he liked Viora. She was down to earth and wasn’t complicated perhaps that was what always drew him to the grey and white wolfess when they were pups. Even now she dismissed his past actions so easily. He couldn’t understand how she let that go though. Even Magnus was shaken by his actions yet she let it flow like water off her back.

”I won’t try, but I don’t think it’s the first time it happened. I am not sure what happens.” He says flatly, rolling his white splotched shoulders. He fell silent walking along not really planning on continuing that train of thought. Though again it seemed Viora wanted to make sure she drug out everything on his mind. He did, now that he had recovered for the most part from Fjallraven’s death he had been thinking a lot about getting some things out there.

”No.” He replied flatly to her letting that hang out there for a while. ”I was wondering what you thought about us being mates.” He didn’t stop in his movement while he spoke, he simply let his white and poisonous green eyes follow her for a moment. There was no follow up to that, just wondering if she ever considered it or what it at all. He wouldn’t consider anyone else worthy, after all he knew her since they were children and wasn’t sure if a title even really suited what they were. Friends or partners, whatever it was he wasn’t sure the usual meaning for ‘mates’ fit them at all. Still he wanted that title, if nothing else it would keep other males from her he figured. As of yet he didn’t think she ever had an imprint. Call him selfish maybe, but perhaps that was the only reason he cared. Keep other males away.

He only gave a sound of acknowledgement when she said that the clearing was probably a good place to start. He placed his nose to the ground searching for any signs of the scene. No blood, no fur, nothing yet that he could find. As she said not like they could get lucky that fast.