maneuvered again?

Faust was very intrigued with the very different man. Things like his features weren’t off putting in the slightest, but instead something he wanted to understand and study. He found these things fascinating if not a little sad at times, but there were so many full and healthy wolves that he could tell already! He could see them anytime, but wolves with scars and missing features and other forms of disabilities were, well abnormal, more rare and interesting. It wasn’t like he was going to go perform some crazy experiments on them but they clearly had to live in a different way or manage things differently than he did. Little did he know or understand that he too was broken and different from many others of the lands, but he took his difference in a way that perhaps others wouldn’t. DIdn’t matter what did matter was the male before him with his raspy voice, replying to his rather lengthy notes and explanations.

Rock slides? Though Faust was confused at first the brute slowly explained his meaning, getting out that rock slides crushed and killed wolves. Was he trying to kill? ”As I explained earlier I was not trying to hurt anyone, or anything. Plus I think the size and location to which I have dropped my rocks would hardly cause such an incident to happen. Maybe if I had kicked a rock the size of your head off the cliff It might be large enough to dislodge any boulders and create a rock slide. I have never seen one, but the force required to do that seems massive if even these stones need a good push to fall.” He retorted clearly frustrated with such a thing. Perhaps the wolf was deaf too, but hurting someone was not what he was studying nor ever intended to study. He saw how prey were killed for food, and he saw no need to hurt any other wolves for any reason currently. He didn’t know about protecting or helping out others really, but if he did he supposed those would be good reasons as any to hurt another. He wouldn’t actively seek out doing something like that though. The brute bid him to come forward and Faust did, seeing no reason not to follow in the wolf’s steps.

Still the next topic was far more interesting. The brute grunted roughly, and Faust was far more curious about this topic and the last. Though it tied in oddly well with his thoughts of not wishing to hurt someone, and when he would if he had too. After all fighting didn’t seem all that complicated of a thing, and while his build had yet to show, no matter what it was he was certain he would find nothing but success if he did it simply because of his planning abilities. ”Attacked? Why would any wolf attack someone. It makes no sense to me. What good does it do to them? Or did you make them angry? I suppose if one is angered enough they might attack someone else in a rage. After all it’s hard to contain those frustrated emotions sometimes. Like when I can’t solve a problem of some sort all I want to do is beat it on the ground, but then even I know that it will not help me get any closer to solving the mystery… Did your friend die? Or did they make it out? Was it worth helping them.” All curiosity questions for really this moment Tychon may be forming the young silver and golden boy’s future morals and adding things for him to consider before doing such a thing himself.

”Hmmm… Tychon. I don’t know it’s origin’s, or does it have one? I would like to know if it did. After all parents pick names with feelings and intentions behind it. For example, I was named for some legend my mother heard about on her travels. Apparently this ‘Faust’ I was named for was also one that sought a lot of knowledge, going so far as to make a pact with an evil spirit to get more. I suppose I could see the draw in having ALL knowledge to myself, but I’d like to think that my mother wanted me to learn from his mistakes. She only told me this story once I pressed, but I will learn all I can the hard way, it is more rewarding anyway when I figure out a conundrum on my own.” Again far to much explanation and words from something so simple, but really Faust did enjoy prattling on with all the information he had in his brain. There was much to learn, to teach, and even in his short answers Faust was taking a lot from them. Perhaps more than Tychon wanted.