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[C O R V I D]

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Soldier waits a moment, thinking it over. "I suppose that I shall go with you, throughout the pack-camp. I.. have decided to drop the facade Nebbia, I will be a sighted wolf." a pause, "Do you think that is a good idea?" because he had come.. different, perhaps he should stay that way. It usually caused less fights, and he was a wolf many like to 'try'. Then, there was that smile, and her eyes so bright. What would he give, for that to stay? No! She wasn't His! Mustn't think that way. "I will go with you, it should be.. interesting, to say the least. May as well get to know everyone." but suddenly the hulking, dark male smells the stench of wild-cat blood on his pelt and feels self concious. Maybe he should clean up..

(I am so sorry for my overdue post things have been crazy over here lately and I haven't found the time to log on.)

Nebbia meets the pale blue eyes of the large brute before her and her smile remained. "If you are wanting to start anew as you have told me before, then yes I do believe that you should be a sighted wolf." Nebbia told him her own sapphire eyes shone brightly in the dim lighting of the cave. Noticing a sudden change in his demeanor the small fae realizes he still smells of the wild-cat. "If you'd like you can use some Rosemary to eliminate most of the smell if you'd like before we set off." she suggested with a small tilt of her head.

[Alpha*]

(its ok, life happens!)

Soldier tilts his head another long moment at her - at something within the dark ruin that is his mind. "No, I'll not clean up just yet, may as well be filthy until night-fall so that I wont have to go out again once all clean until dawn, and besides, the others will need to know what I can do." a soft sigh at that, nose wrinkling, ears flicking. "Why give me this chance? A few moons ago you didn't know me, and I wouldn't have hesitated in killing anyone near. So why?"

[C O R V I D]

Nebbia pondered te though for a moment before speaking. "That is true. I didn't. But I believe that everyone, no matter what they've done, if they are willing to change deserve a second chance. I know it may sound silly to some, maybe even stupid and too risky, but I believe it." Her blue eyes would flick from the ground back to Soldier as she spoke.

[Alpha*]

His ears quaver in surprise, "I see," he answers, ever softly. The dark male sighs to himself a long moment, "In that case... you have.. my loyalty." a pause as Soldier contemplates as well, "My... dedication." Not many can claim that. Would she take it? Dismiss it? Often times Sol had kept from speaking... because he worries about bonding, and hurting others. He however, never makes a promise he cannot keep.

[C O R V I D]

A bright smiled crossed her face and she dips her head slightly as a form of respect for the male before her. "This pack is honored to have you."
((I'm so sorry I have WB at the moment. )

[Alpha*]

Soldier only dips his head once more - guesturing for her to lead the way out. He'd never said that the pack had it, only her. Does a pack have honor? Or only the individual member? A question for another time. The large male offers a small smile to the she-wolf and flicks his ears again, blue eyes dancing benieth the thick scars. Would she care? Of course. Even pups run away. Why not her? Sol nods again and offers a brighter smile, "And my honor is with the pack."

[C O R V I D]

Nebbia's eyes shine brightly once more as he spoke. A smile splays across her face as she leads the way back out of the underground den squinting her eyes at the sudden brightness of the white snow that reflected the full moon's glow. The wind was blowing harshly carrying with it freshly falling snow that covered the ground and any traces of those that had once been there. The only way one would know now that a pack of wolves lived there was a faint smell and the outlines of dens here and there though as the snow kept falling the more hidden they became. Worry crossed the she-wolves face as she thought of just how deadly the winter months had become.

[Alpha*]

Soldier takes a deep breath and offers a small smile as he rolls in the snow - ridding his thick, dark pelt of the blood and cat smell. He stands again, and shakes the ice from his fur. "Something bothers you, what is it?" but he is realizing that Malone is gone. Has been for a while. And in the cold she has probably holed up somewhere. Was that it? Something else?

[C O R V I D]

"This winter is going to be a devestating one isn't it?" She asked in a whispered voice. Though It was more of a rhetorical questin than one that she wanted answered. Tearing her sapphire eyes from the forest Nebbia noticed that the smell and look of the wild-cat's blood was no longer on Soldier and how his fur was now wet once more. Nebbia also noticed the quickly fadeing marks of where he must had rolled around and smiled lightly at the though of the large brute wolf rolling around in the snow.

[Alpha*]

"It already is, and always will be." Soldier replies, scenting the air with a skill many cannot surpass; "Almost every winter is brutal, however, we always manage to survive, even if to survive we must move on." The huge male sighs then, he cannot smell the she-wolf who had saved his soul. A smile touches his muzzle, "Wanna catch some sticks by moonlight? Go for a brief hunt?"