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Arrille stalked about. He had kept to himself, except for seeing Chusi. He had been so very surprised by her, and the revelation made. How she had been...carrying. For how long had this been? And did he truly even care? Perhaps he didn't, he didn't trust anyone anymore. Arrille remained silent, just moving about the place afterwards, after he had discovered that.
With the pups being three weeks old and having found their feet, they no longer specifically required her. She was comfortable leaving them under their father's watchful eye for a short time, though ultimately she couldn't stay away for long. Durnehviir loved the excitement upon her return, and looked forward to nothing more than seeing their happily wagging tails bright eyes peering up at her.

Between caring for the pups and the drama surrounding Chusi's unapproved mating, the crimson Alphess had barely the opportunity to mingle with her pack-mates. The pack thrived, its numbers strong, but were they united? Her mate had welcomed a few new faces in the weeks that she'd been tending to their offspring, and Durnehviir considered bringing the group together when the time came to introduce her children. She wondered if Wylla continued to sulk, or if she'd managed to integrate herself.

Crossing paths with a pale-furred youth, the russet Frostfur recognised him as one of Chusi's companions. She made to close the distance between them, ginger ears high atop her lovely crown as her pale gaze studied his rather blank features.

"Hello," she called, "why the long face?"

Arrille huffed quietly under his breath. He glanced out of the corner of his eye seeing movement and saw that it was one of the wolves of the pack. More so, the one that had brought him, Chusi, Clock and Koji in. He tried not to pull a long face, as he was not so happy to have company. 

"It's my resting face" he replied quietly. Which somewhat, was true...Somewhat.
She watched him quietly, champagne eyes sharp on his miserable features. He responded to her bluntly, perhaps even somewhat awkwardly, and durnehviir rumbled a curious "hm."

It was a shame, Durnehviir mused, that her young subordinate clearly did not share the same interest in his pack-mates as she. Her hope for Swiftcurrent had always been to bring its wolves together, unite themselves as family and live their lives contently. The birth of her pups had prevented her from much social interaction with her comrades, but it was something she hoped to change as the children's reliance on her constant attention slackened. "It's Arrille, yes?" she asked, trying once more to initiate some conversation from him.
He nodded to her question. "Arrille, yes...I remember you, you greeted us" he added quietly. She had seemed kind enough...but he still had those little buds of growing doubt towards others. Trust was a hard thing to gain from Arrille. He didn't so much as look at Durnehviir as she spoke, more so just looking around them.
He confirmed his name and a smile fleetingly touched the corners of her mouth as he went on to include his recollection of her before she resumed a neutral expression. Her eyes remained firm on his pale face, sharpened considerably as she noted with some irritation that he did not bother to look at her. Durnehviir could appreciated an averted stare in the presence of someone at the top of the hierarchy, but this wolf looked all around them - as though he'd rather be anywhere else.

The Alphess' brow furrowed, and her feathered tail lashed between her slim hocks. "Is there a problem?" Durnehviir asked curtly, ears canted backward somewhat as she awaited the reason behind his blatant avoidance of her.


Arrille finally focused his eyes on her, at the question. Was there a problem? He could barely trust anyone, his friend had gotten impregnated, his father had abandoned him, he had others turn their backs on him... "No...there is no problem. Just...tired." There was some honesty in that...he was tired. Tired of it all.
He looked at her, finally, though there was a certain emptiness in his eyes. She stared right back, quiet and patient, when the pale boy stammered the poor excuse that he was simply tired.

Durnehviir twitched her nose, unable to believe his reason for being so awkward, but she supposed his problems were his own. She was still very much a stranger to him and she wanted to get to know him, but she held little interest if the feeling was not mutual. If he was fishing for her to press and shower him with pity, then the russet Frostfur was the wrong wolf.

With that, she dipped her muzzle politely and made to move off: "alright, then. Good day to you."

Arrille watched the other. Still so polite. And suddenly he felt bad as she made a move to be off. "Wait" he said, sighing. "I was going on a walk...this place feels new and...I find it hard to trust" he said almost as quiet as a murmur. And that was the truth, he found it hard to trust. To trust anyone now. He had a fighting spirit, but it was hard to put it to use when you didn't have anyone to use it for.
As she turned, he called out. He asked her to wait with some urgency in his tone, an edge or uncertainty that caused a velvet ear to twitch in his direction. Her gaze settled on the pale youth as he tip-toed around his "don't leave me" plea, and Durnehviir exhaled a soft breath.

"Come," she encouraged, beckoning her pack-mate to follow with a cant of her narrow muzzle. She said nothing to draw attention to his confession, allowing him the opportunity to elaborate if he wished, but the topic remained a mystery. Instead, the Alphess settled with small-talk as they sauntered before parting ways so she could return to tending her litter.