Golden eyes lit up when Inna smiled and Lorcan found himself mirroring her expression as she proudly admitted to belonging to being a member of Hearthwood River. A single ear flickered atop his head as he studied her face curiously. "You're the first wolf I've met from Hearthwood River. My alpha mentioned not too long ago that he had conversed with yours - forgive me, I forget his name.." He trailed off, not knowing the exact details of the conversation. "It must be nice, living right by a river.. Quiet, I would imagine?" Lorcan asked, head tilting to one side curiously. It was a guess really. He had only ever grown up in the valleys and was used to the great open landscapes where others roamed through with each passing day. A river sounded more private.
When the young female explained the reason for her temporary leave from her pack, Lorcan listened carefully, his ears flickering in genuine interest. Her answer though vague, was perfectly valid and Lorcan nodded his head in respectful understanding. "I guess we must all take the time to figure out what we want in life.. Did you find the answers you were looking for, before you returned?" He asked, slight concern ringing in his voice as he leaned in a little closer as if she were about to spill a secret. He shook his head and stepped back a little. "Sorry! I shouldn't be soo nosy, forgive me." He murmured, feeling a bit embarrassed that he had allowed his curiosity to get the better of him and his manners.
When Inna admitted to knowing little about Whitestone Monadnock, Lorcan let the chance to offer her more information pass by. Name and general location - that was all he had been instructed to offer if need be, apart from that, everything else was a well guarded secret. Part of his wondered why all the details about the pack were a closely guarded secret.. Were there other wolves out to get them? Lorcan was clueless, but he figured the rules outlined by Craw and Morganna were there for good reason. However, he was able to answer Inna's question. "N-no.. I'm actually a healer." — Lie. Training to be a healer, actually. — "But I suppose you could say I'm an unofficial scout. Scout or not, I believe everyone must be there for their pack." And that was no lie.
Lorcan couldn't help but laugh when he noticed, Inna too, had managed to get guts and blood strewn across her face. Subconsciously licking his lips, and he looked at the red spots that dirtied her smooth dark face. But he said nothing and instead continued to happily crunch and chew on his half of the rabbit, finally working his way up the rabbits spine so that just the head remained. Throwing it softly, Lorcan caught the a single long ears between his jaws and continued gnaw on it contentedly, savouring the last scraps of meat before he flung the skull to the gathering ravens.
(This post was last modified: Sep 12, 2016, 02:27 PM by Lorcan.)
# P O R C A N
sometimes, two people have to fall apart to realise
how much they need to fall back together