I’m gonna wrap this up here, keep their meeting short but sweet I think. :3
<blockquote>So there it was. Out in the open. The other wolf didn’t give anything away and Rhysis couldn’t be sure just how much Volkan had disclosed. He didn’t think Triell had lied in his understand of their past and it made sense that she would want to hide her past from her new life. Afterall, it had been tough and he’d never thought she’d been quite as <i>proud</i> of their heritage as he had been. There was so much more to their history, but for now the details didn’t need to be known, especially not with a stranger so he was grateful when the golden male said nothing to respond, a simple nod was all that was needed.
So, she was learning to heal aye? That didn’t surprise him... she never seemed to take much in when they were growing up. He’d been separated from her a lot of the time and whilst his knowledge of healing wasn’t vast, he knew how not to die from a wound and that was all that mattered to him. Putting a variation of weeds on a tiny cut was a ridiculous idea to the dark male and something he was sure he never needed, or wanted, to learn. <b>”Well I hope she enjoys the skill.”</b> was all he said without sounding as uncaring as he felt about it. It didn’t matter how much knowledge she had, nothing would save her by the time he had finished with her. It’d been pretty obvious when Aeylen hadn’t met with him again that Volkan wasn’t keen on the idea of a reunion. All he could do at this time was be a supporter for her, no matter how much he hated it, and convince others who were closer to her that maybe he wasn’t all bad... that he had changed and wanted to make amends but was ready to go at her own pace... then he’d lure her away. <b>”She deserves to be happy.”</b> was that a lie? Oh dear.
<b>”I should probably start heading home. It’s quite a trek yet.”</b> he then said as he shook once more and freed his thick fur from the debris which refused to shift. <b>”I hope we bump into each other again, Kanosak.”</b> he said with a half smile and a dip of his head. He might be <span class='word'>iniquitous</span> but he still had manners. With a final glance at the other male he took a few steps backwards which allowed his form to melt into the shadows and once within the border of the trees, he turned, a little awkwardly, and headed back for home, carrying his limp with as much pride as he could muster. Yes, it was certainly going to be a long journey home.
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