-Bright Raven.- IP: 173.217.19.211 Posted on December 2, 2012 at 11:21:01 PM by Beltran
Beltran continued along, leaving tracks in his wake. He wasn't trying to conceal his travel. The mostly black male had nothing that he feared. Except perhaps a lack of purpose, but fears of things that existed did not exist in his mind. His mind wandered continually as he walk. Again, his thoughts drifted to Rok. The Ztehn just a failure at being social as he was. Though the stranger creature was attentive, pointing out things even Beltran failed to notice. Perhaps that is why the two got along well when they were together. Two sets of eyes and two points of view. It seemed to work. Though there was no telling where the beast was now.
The black and white brute paused momentarily. A vaguely familiar scent in the clearing he'd found his way into. His pale blue eyes searched and landed on the grey female. His gaze lingered on her for a moment. There was a small notion of familiarity, but Beltran shoved it aside. The Werewolf had begun to turn away from her when she spoke. The brute swung his head around at her statement. "Says the one with a poor memory," he said, his words rough from an ill-used voice.
When Crest spoke, he had recognized her voice and placed her. It was a brief encounter at Wild River. Something about Wind Gale... Beltran didn't overly care for conversations with females. Things always went in an awkward direction when the brute was clearly not interested. If his memory served him correctly, he was in this form that time as well. Beltran was almost always in his Were form. Something about it made him more comfortable than being simple an over-sized wolf/dog. Granted he towered over many in his true shape, he towered over almost all in this one. Beltran raised a brow, awaiting some sort of response, yet still prepared to depart at any second. Social encounters were not his strong suit. Replies: There have been no replies.