As Felyx tipped his head, the dark male stared, trying to read him. "Around," he had said. "She's never too far off." Okay, that was a given, and Thoval wouldn't have accepted any other answer. Yes, this whole nomadic band thing was every wolf for themself, but if it ever came to a situation like that... he wanted the last three standing to be them.
Cynder was hanging out with Sov, maybe making some friends. One of Thoval's brows rose. Friends... That seemed highly unlikely, but he obliged Felyx, even when he teased further. "Why? Am I not enough?"
His lips pulled back to show clenched teeth. "Oh, ho, ho," he huffed, "that's a low blow, even for you." Gradually, he grinned, tail lifted in a wag, "You're more than enough." His head lowered so the two could see eye to eye, an almost partial play bow. "You're trouble." And, if he'd ever admit it, he was here for it. Had this meeting been with Cynder, Thoval knew his words would have been the same. While more than capable of playing favorites, he liked when these two felt balanced. Like dual-wielding a pair of revolvers, except one was holstered at the hip and the other close to his chest.
"Now, if we're not going up, I'll jus' follow your lead," he coaxed the little spitfire on. "Promise I won't get lost on you again."
(This post was last modified: Aug 23, 2024, 07:57 AM by Thoval.)
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