The other had definitely picked up on Jethro’s curiosity, and much to the dark one’s surprise, she opted to divulge a bit more about her history. Forest green eyes settled on Siyet as she told her story, and he paused in the consumption of his last fish, for the moment, out of courtesy. Her tale was a tragic one that still quite clearly affected her, a similarity shared between both of them.
A major difference was, though, it sounded like Siyet’s pack was the type that would be worth trying to return to - and the type that you would feel bad about being separated from. Jethro had never known that, but the more he had traveled, the more it seemed his background was.. unique, in a sense. Not a fact he was particularly proud of, but it was what it was.
”I see. That shit sucks,” he muttered, and the other sniffled, looking like she was incredibly close to tears.
”I.. um. Sorry.. that happened. But those mountain wolves, if you decide you like it there, would welcome you, I’m sure.” Jethro offered, hoping the words could be of some small assurance to the other. It was very rare that he expressed genuine sympathy for another, but this one earned it. Their stories were different, but the emotions of emptiness and loss were shared. Jethro was sympathetic to that much, at least.
”I could’ve stayed. They were going to welcome me, if I’d wanted to stay, but.. I guess I’m just not ready for that, yet.” He admitted. Although, again, the cynical portion of his mind wondered if they had only welcomed him due to his arrival with Nori. How would they have treated him if he’d stumbled across their borders, without her? How
would they treat him in a couple of days, when he arrived with another stranger in tow?
Although he was hesitant to go back, these were questions he was curious to know the answers to, and that would quite likely formulate his conclusion as to whether or not he could even consider the cove a permanent home for himself, down the road. It would be an interesting experience, to say the least.