= and you will be my witnesses =

For a moment the gangly black boy is caught off guard, red tipped ebony ears flicked forward as large paws are given to pause atop the cracked and rough exterior of the rocks, eyeing the other male carefully with eyes of blue and molten gold, as if attempting to understand the tone within his words, his drawl so like Guardians own that for a moment the boy is given to offer a lopsided grin of sorts, snorting softly in recognition of this familiar accent before shifting slightly forward once more. He is�cautious indeed. Perhaps he is taller and heavier than the loner and yet, the other male is full grown, a loner, surely more practised in the art of battle then Guardian himself although in truth the boy has trained day and night for his work, a warrior to the core and yet so far untested in true battle. The stance of the other is readily seen, the red white and black boy brought to a halt, eyeing the high tail and head, his own ears lacing slightly back, content to allow the older male to remain dominant in this, his own tail falling lower, waving softly at the end all the same. Guardian is not a dominant creature, nor is he submissive, his nature even and balanced in this regard. He will abide the law of those deserving his loyalty and yet he will not allow any unworthy to walk over him. He is assured of his place and yet for now he is content to allow the older male the lead, his advance halted once more, searching for any sign he may well be allowed closer, curious.

The guttural chuckle earns the other male a tilted head, features contorting in to a frown of sorts as the males assurance he needed no protection, a lopsided grin touching his features as he simply shook his head, disagreeing, clearly, with what the russet male had to say and yet content to do it in a pleasant manner all the same, tail waving once more as he seats himself abruptly, tail loping around his paws.

�I ain�t sayin I�ll protect ya, Imma just offerin� to walk with ya for a bit, dun you know about dem bad ones?�

He paused once more, offering a final toothy grin in response to the humour held within Renegades own words, even if perhaps the young boy did not understand it entirely. He has never met a lone before, not truly and indeed finds some fascination in the man. Perhaps, had his own parents not kept him locked within the pack land for fear of his safety so very long he would be far more socialised with such creatures, as It is, the other wolf is something of an anomaly for the boy.

�I�m Guardian, I�m from Diveen, it�s ma job to help keep all da lands safe from dem bad ones, ya dun have to walk with me if ya dun want to but ain�t ya wantin� some company, eh?�

Maybe he didn�t expect to get eaten and yet Guardian is entirely sure he has never met Tobias or Flare before, those darkest of creatures whom feed on the flesh of others and yet the boy sees no need to mention it, nor dissuade the others confidence, offering his company once more and yet should he choose not to take it, so be it, Guard will not push, it is not his way.

�Ya got a name, eh? Where ya from?�

just like I should, I�ll getcha good
3 Years || Azrael x Andromeda || Brother to Meryl, Starfall, Celeste, Iophiel, Mithos, Zaphkiel, Elara, Ambrosia || No Mate || No Imprint|| Angel of Diveen

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