Sinclair followed there host on different paths. He climbed a higher road, and was careful to scan for danger. He didn’t expect it to come from Zaqar, but he was aware that these were royal pups with them and of Glorall no less. Sinclair was mostly concerned about the threat of the Black Prince that he knew prowled the free lands and sought the blood of those that could not defend themselves, but also was on the lookout of large predators and kidnappers. The worry didn’t leak through, for he was confident he and Zaqar could dissuade any evil that should arise, but he would prefer to not be taken off guard. When the pups was settled before the wolf of Iromar, Sinclair approached.
He was a year younger than the black coated wolf, and thus he looked quite small next to him. In fact, it might appear to an onlooker that Zaqar was the chaperone. Sinclair sat down quiet, not really willing to start a conversation with a Demon, for even though Sinclair was of Glorall, he had been influenced by his family of Angels. He wasn’t sure they’d mix well, even though Sin was consider by his grandfather to have impure blood. However, his conscience wouldn’t allow his prejudice to take full reign, so he’d come to give the wolf a chance.
So far, the member from the swamp territory had been unimpressive to Sinclair. Here he was, taking them out, but obviously was displeased. It hardly made sense why the wolf was bothering, though in some respect, Sinclair already knew the explanation. It had been an order. Sin turned his gaze to Judas as he spoke. Sinclair hadn’t spoken with the young prince before, but in him he saw the sharp intellect he’d observed in Tesseract. He seemed to be an up and coming silver-tongue. Although Sinclair knew the answer to the question of the younger puppy, he remained silent and returned her red and violet eyes to Zaqar. He wasn’t about to stop a conversation in its tracks, and honestly, he thought it better to talk than to play. Zaqar didn’t much look like a wolf that enjoyed play. |