"I am simply looking around" Vium said, eyes narrowing at the girl. He almost growled these words, but held back his harsh voice and instead replaced it was an eerily calm one. "Narimé. Ok." He tasted the name in his mouth, and wanted to spit it out. He could care less as to what she was called. Unfortunately, no wolf really mattered to him. What did, though, would be his own pack... but that seemed out of reach thus far. Ears flattening, Vium turned around and faced her. Her legs were still wet; she looked so helpless. Pathetic.


He was growing impatient. His time here needed to end...if he stayed with this girl any longer, he would become ruthless. She didn't deserve that at all. She was young and harmless, looking for her long lost father... who was probably dead. Bah, shut your mouth, you son of a bitch. Closing his eyes, Vium shut out the voices arguing within his head. Well.... Narimé, I suppose I should be on my way...."


Swiftly, he turned away from her, beginning to pad back toward the long grasses in which he first emerged from. He stopped for a moment to hear if she would say anything; if she did, he'd listen and not reply....and just leave. If she did not, he would leave all the same.