They were both more similar then she thought, though it was not until he begun to explain his own past that she perhaps eased up on him, perhaps even did agree? He was unsure as to whether or not she really did care about his plight but it would have been downright rude not to have answered her questions. "I had a sister when I was born, but I was born a lone wolf. Because we had no packlands and merely roamed I got separated when I was about four months old, I never saw either my sister or my mother again." He could not imagine them dead, he had life a lot worse off then they did since they had each other and if he remembered his mother correctly she was a crafty strong she-wolf, she would survive.


"I met my father again briefly about a year ago but because I was not so pleased to see him and we met each other more or less by mistake he vanished again soon after, but he vanished on my mother too when I was little so it was to be expected..." He sighed, thinking back to that day in the meadow and meeting him again just when all his original memories of him had more or less faded away. "I did have a daughter though..." Again his voice seemed to trail off.


"To be honest most of my real family were no blood relatives, they were friends. It was lone wolves like myself that taught me to hunt, fish, fight and scout. I grew up alongside other rogues and when I finally did join a pack after about six months the Alphas betrayed us... not that it mattered." No, the fact that he was exiled actually saved his life. But that was not the point. "I lived on an island, I left it and only weeks later the volcano there erupted burning the entire island, my daughter and all of those friends I had gone."

Perhaps her pity was just what he need, yet it would not make him any better of a wolf. It was his experiences that had made him who he was today and Weldering was thankful that he was after all still young with plenty of life ahead of him to look forward too. "Thankyou." He managed to mutter, words cold and emotionless. Yet he was able to stifle a nod to her next question for if it was not clear enough in his tone of voice or awkward body language it made him very sad to remember what had been lost.


At first as she leaped down he was unsure, was she really going to walk away without another word? Not even a single note of farewell? He could feel his thought drying as he waded a single step closer while Junai took her steps away but frozen and replaced the faint smile yet again when she finally stopped to say her goodbyes. "You got it." He smirked, nodding his black masked muzzle again silently watching her gait off down the riverbank.