Tynamo: "...." he stood quite as he looked over the land once more dreaming about how he wanted it for his own pack....he looked back at her with a saddened half smile and a swish of his tail. "nothing..."
Ulysses: MY eyes narrow and my face turns to stone. "I know when wolves are lying. What. Is. Wrong." There was an edge, which I had worked on for YEARS with my brother, to my voice.
"Truely wrong. Not that you don't think you can withhold a pack. But, what is truely wrong?" My voice became softer. " What happened. Weren't you in a pack before this?" I raised my head.
Tynamo: his smile faded quickly and his eyes turned cold again. he turned his head back to the mountains. "yeah....i was Alpha of my own pack....Alpha. and i was a great one too...untill that day"
Ulysses: Slowly sit up, then get to my feet. I Shake my fur and climb up on the rock. I get infront of him. I turn my expression cold, but my eyes remain soft. I sit down, blocking his view, and tilt my head. Waiting for more.
Ulysses: I stand my ground. I dip my snout and lift it again after dodging to the right. "Don't try." I whisper. "Continue." I urge him with his story.