Shame on him for expecting a hello, or anything at all for that matter. She did not seem happy he had approached her, which he understood, and furthermore, seemed confused by his comment. Her rough words met his ears and he frowned slightly,I caught a bird, its wing was broken, and-hm, just never mind.
He could already tell she wasn't the type to give a shit really.Sorry for being an asshole and interrupting your meal. Not used to having strangers as pack mates yet. I'm Hecarim.
He supposed having grown up around the same pack of wolves his entire life was clouding his judgement on proper stranger etiquette. He was just used to bounding up to anyone and it being acceptable.
New to the Creek, and I've only met a couple of you,
Hecarim confessed, his blue eyes pressed forward on the distant woods. His body fell into his typical regal, statue-like position as he surveyed, already planning on where he'd go when she told him to fuck off. For starters, finding his own lunch sounded appealing.