Witch's Marsh Born With the Fate of Dying For Someone

The boy hadn't quite yet decided what to make of the stranger. He seemed laid back, something close to the exact opposite of Alastor more often than not, and also rather childish. After all, no mature adult would go around startling strangers... would they? Maybe that was how things worked, though. Despite having been within the Wilds for a decent bit of time now, the Greek was still working on figuring out what was what with the other wolves of the area. When an exaggerated version of the expression he'd made appeared on the face of the dark male, he was once again left without words. Some might glare, get annoyed at such things, but he found himself unable to. All he could do was watch the other with a look of shock on his own face. For a moment, the argent male was reminded of his friend, Aesop, but the way the new lupine acted, but such a connected was soon forcefully erased from his mind. The cream-coated man had never startled him, truly, nor had he really made fun of him—unless it was equally amusing for both sides, of course. “You should work on being kind, then,” the yearling returned, having finally been able to find his words once more.

What further shocked the boy was the apology that was given. It seemed strange for a wolf who had literally just mentioned not being known for being kind to apologize, especially to someone he did not know. Had kindness not been such a huge part of the boy's personality, her probably would have assumed he was being set up. That the dark male with the bright eyes was just trying to lure him into a sense of false security, before going on to poke fun at him once more. Luckily, Alastor was not such a wolf to even consider such things, and would prefer finding the good in others, rather than the bad. “I accept your apology,” he said, offering up a small smile. Said smile was soon accompanied by a slow wag of his tail upon receiving a compliment on his eyes. “Thank you,” the Greek boy voiced, smiling a bit more. It was always nice to receive compliments, even if the dark wolf was unknown to him. “You have very interesting eyes, too. I have never seen anyone with such a color for their eyes, but they look very nice.” Never had he met a wolf with white eyes, nor anything else, for that matter. It seemed like quite a unique trait, and also appeared to suit the male rather well. It was like viewing the moon on a night where darkness covered everything else, except instead of one there were two.