As she spoke his ears twitched, signaling as he deciphered her familiar accent. He gazed down at the yearling, his tail shifting back and forth with interest. Her clumsy conversation forced him to laugh light-heartedly, a low, joy-filled chuckle resonated against the walls of the lair. "You're quite adorable, kid." Despite not knowing, her first comment wasn't wrong. To the northern wolf, this was beautiful weather, not feeling the cold as sensitively as others. In their little time together he already could tell he would like this girl - similar to how he did with most of his friends. The same happened with Alarian, his old best friend, and even his past love. Something about the male picked up chemistry fast, and whether she knew so or not he saw a light in their future.
His amber gaze relocated back to the shining rays, and he filled the silence with questions. "Tell me about yourself, then - family, home, new life, old life, that whole jazz, would you?" Lennon peered down at her from the corner of his eye, a knowing smile tugged at his lips.
Lennon wasn't the most observant of wolves, things could fly over his head time to time. Yet, he caught to the hidden value of her smile and decided he would try his best to have it revealed. Her inquiry forced him to think - it never occurred that their lives, his new companions, were altered by his doings. He resisted a shiver, not enjoying the idea of control over someone's life. Freewill would be emphasized as their numbers grew, he would never do anything to restrict someone of freedom. The dark wolf relaxed, having confidence that he would lead these followers to a bright life, or if not always have the opportunity to pursue it themselves.
He was also taken back to the first time he met Korei, his eyes regarding the white beauty contently. She was what started this all, and he would forever be grateful. Only then did he realize how short the time was the two had actually known each other, and his expression mirrored his surprise. "Well, uh... I met Korei 'bout a month ago, Alarian a few days after." The whimsical girl's odd question made him chuckle once more, gazing down at her with pure reverence. It was a strange way to put it, but Lennon had been on the run. From boredom that is - or perhaps he was on a chase for excitement. Either way, the beginnings of his travels were somewhat what she imagined. Now, though, the wolf hadn't recognized his ongoing run from the past, specifically the one with her. "You could put it that way, I was quite bored, though." Memories of his boring life in Liverpool awoke in his mind, his bland mother and bland friends - very boring.
"I have to admit, Lily, I'm rather glad you were bored." He cocked his head like a bird's, smirking. "You wouldn't have ended up here if you hadn't." It was somewhat out of nowhere - but he was only being candid. Everyone here he appreciated, even ones he didn't know extremely well yet.
He flinched at her suggestion, and he tilted his head slightly confused. Lennon seemed perplexed a moment, before returning to his infamous half-smirk-half grin. "You wouldn't say finding us was stupid, would you?" He didn't take any offense, just attempted to lead her to the more optimistic side. Her compliment made his cheeks flush, that was likely one of the only aspects of himself he wasn't confident. He had never led anyone before, it was nothing like following the groups with flowing vibes and traveling aimlessly high on shrooms. He gave a flattered huff and glanced down at her, "Thank you, truthfully it's a bit nerve-wracking. I've never done anything like this before."
Bittersweet. He could agree with that, growing up was harder than he'd thought. After establishing this community he would no longer be the roaming hippie with not a care in the world. Bittersweet because no matter how much love surrounds him his heart will always ache for it's missing piece.
Lennon had also noticed their chipper accents, one more upbeat and accented than the others. How strange is it to come across such a familiar sounding wolf, but he was sure she wasn't back in Liverpool. He knew every wolf there from their scent to the sound of their voice, and no one smelled or sounded like the girl. The pool was rather secluded from the other groups, conversing occasionally with the neighboring packs but hardly allies. "I"m from up north-" He gestured upward with his head, "Lived in Liverpool."
"No, of course not," she assured him hastily, seeing his flinch. "But it could have gone terribly wrong, you know. I didn't plan this out much at all." The smile returned to her face. "Really, you wouldn't know it by looking at you. You're doing fantastic."
Lily shook her head as he named his home. "Never heard of it." Then again, he did mention it was up north--how far up? she wondered--whereas the girl had come from the east. She supposed their similar speech must simply be a coincidence, and likely not the result of them being related. Thank God.
She began to hum the song he'd sang for her, smiling without teeth. It was catchy, and she'd knew it would be in her head for a while--and Lennon sure had the loveliest voice. "Sing me another song," she prompted, trying to keep her tone soft and unassuming. "Your voice is beautiful."
omg "she's leaving home" just came on my shuffle