o o c | yayyyy for Angier making holes in his story, making others assume and make whatever they like of his story. >_> ha.

“Heh,” he scoffed, hearing her say that boys were “more then enough trouble.” “Yeah…” Try four… he mentally added. Though his younger brothers were never thorns in his side, they were irritating to no end, especially when the youngest had ‘leapfrogged’ over him and assumed a Delta position. The promotion and scorn from his father had made him leave the Valley, but having her assume that he had left due to ‘his older brother’s’ reign over the pack was absolutely fine by him. It left him with less to say or explain and he preferred it to be that way.

Angier listened as she stated that she understood, nodding as she shared a little bit of her past. “Ah,” he sounded. He had expected her to continue on a different tangent, but the frenzied sounds of squealing and snarls made his fur stand on end. He tensed and attempted to shield his companion from whatever and whoever was making the ruckus, but after taking a step, Angier simply watched as she verbally and physically addressed Vlar… VLARINDARA! His own mouth dropped at the sight, not even noticing the sprawled out figure of the pig before her. Her statement of “having breakfast” had gotten lost in the din and the shock that had washed over him was replaced with a sense of confusion and inquisitiveness.

He took one more step forward, wanting to rejoice in the event of being reunited with the larger of the two white wolves, but stopped as he eyed them, observing and noting their interactions. The female had spoken her name and he tilted his head at the realization, lost for words. They knew each other… Vlarindara knew her… His features twisted and creased into his genuinely curious expression – one ear turned back and one side of his muzzle wrinkled at the side of his nose. Unsure of what to do, as Vlarindara had been tended to his cohort, he merely stood along the bank, eyes wide with his ears uneven. Only one word made itself apparent among the cloud of dust that had wafted past him and formed in his mind: Whoa…

The lanky male’s posture loosened, feeling very much out of place – like a gimcrack stuffed animal beside a pair of exquisite, beautifully-crafted porcelain dolls – after apprehending the relationship between the two. A pack… here… in the woods, and she, Vlar, was now one of them. That would mean she was above him now, out of his league even... Vlarindara set the boar at the other female’s feet, proposing that they’d need to hunt later. “They’d” she had said. Angier wanted to assume that she meant just the two of them, she and the smaller white female he had met, but a part of him knew she was probably referring o the pack they were both apart of. He slowly closed his mouth, realizing now that it was still hanging open after Vlarindara had acknowledged him, revealing his name to the wolf with mismatched eyes.

He gave a respectful nod in return, remaining quiet as the tip of his tail curved underneath him. The amber-eyed female apologized for disrupting their stroll and a weak smile curled up one side of his jaws as she mentioned, suggested, leaving the pig there. It’s alright, he wanted to say. No big deal… Swallowing the lump in his throat, he inhaled quietly and took a step back. At least Vlarindara was doing well, and he was glad to finally see her again; their meeting could have been less awkward, but nevertheless, he was happy.

His ears lowered as the supposedly dominant female gave him a warm smile, offering that he and Vlarindara caught up with one another for a bit. Her next string of words tugged at his memory. Bord… “I’m sure Bord is wondering, if not, looking for us.” The name, upon first impression, sounded masculine and familiar. Not wanting to consider the idea of the latter, Angier fully returned a small smile. “A pleasure t’ meet you, too,” he said quietly. She then turned and spoke to Vlarindara once more before beaming at them and taking her leave. Once he was certain she had truly departed and was well out of earshot, he turned to the remaining lady in front of him, “Who-oo was that?”

o o c | not sure how to go about this, buuut, here goes?

“Oh,” he voiced. He watched and listened as she tried to call Jaysyek back. Jaysyek. He tucked the name away for reference later as Vlarindara strode up to him, caressing her maw along his neck before sitting down next to him. The alpha female didn’t glance over her shoulder to consider joining the two of them. She probably wanted to eat and hunt on her own, or join her mate, if she had one. Angier turned to Vlarindara with a smile.

“Or, how ‘bout you just enjoy your meal?” he suggested. “You caught it after all.” His rump lowered onto the cold mud and he plainly beamed at her, briefly looking her over. Their meeting was somewhat awkward, but he didn’t seem to mind. One way to get over uncomfortable dialogue was to move the conversation along. “So, how’ve you been?” he asked quietly, draping his tail in a loosely curved shape behind him. “Has your new pack been serving you well, I hope?”

He watched as Vlarindara got up and tugged a portion of the boar to the space in front of him. His large lowered but he didn’t say anything as she sat opposite him on the other side of the fallen creature and began to eat. “I’m glad to hear,” he stated. “Very glad, actually.” He lowered his head to nip at the hoofed leg she had given him to eat but her question made his eyes flicker back to her. “N-not really. I mean, maybe one day but not at th’ moment.”

He reclined forward and gingerly skinned the piece of meat; his ears perked forward as she spoke again. “Friend,” she had said. It made the corners of his now bloodstained muzzle curl upward, “Ah, well, it’s jus’ the way I was taught to see the world, the way things are.” His Uncle Cutter probably would’ve been proud of him in that moment. He took in another mouthful of sinew, swallowing it heartily. “But, thank you,” he added quietly, licking each side of his nose and bowing his head gratefully towards her. “I ‘aven’t had much luck lately with anything ‘sides rabbits an’ whatever I can find that was left behind or cached away.”

Angier grinned upon hearing her laugh. “Well,” he wanted to say… “I thank you anyway.” But he kept his tongue in check and merely smiled, keeping his mouth closed until he tore another piece of muscle from the boar limb between his paws. As he swallowed a large bite and started gnawing at the bones to get at the marrow inside them, he noticed Vlarindara frown quietly. His stained pink tongue licked at his lips after he stopped what he was doing, tilting his head in light of her anticipated statement, comment or question.

He waited, perking both of his ears forward when she whined. Brows furrowed and head tilted slightly to his right, his tail wagged at the sound of his name but stopped as he took in the concern in her question. “If… you ask me,” he began to reply, pausing as he collected his thoughts. “No, though most, if not some wolves don’t appreciate aid… or help.” His teeth clenched together, “I would’ve been one of ‘em, but I’ve been out on my own for too long to pass up any offers… of food and company, anyway. It’s actually nice to have someone t’ enjoy a meal with.” He glanced down to the cracked leg bone before him, “But… yeah… No. It’s not wrong, Vlar, it’s just… not all of us lone wolves see another’s aid as it’s meant to be seen.” He winced slightly before looking up at her, thinking he’d been a bit too prolix, “They’d rather do things for themselves, thinkin’ yer kindness to cover up some sort o’ trickery rather than a deed. I don’t see why they’d think it, but I’m glad ya do what ya do; the world ought to ‘ave more souls that‘re as kind as yours. We all need a lil’ help here an’ there.”