Silvertip Mountain [m]Snuggled up

Zaria was looking into his eyes and he returned the gaze. There was no threat, no dictation of submission, though he searched her green pearls for any signs of feelings. He thought he caught a fondness but couldn't be sure he was imagining it. He could have been reflecting his own feelings into what he saw - a sincere fondness, a want to be around her, but a fear to call it love. FitzDutiful was swept away that he didn't really hear her words and it was only when she rested her head on his paw that his brain registered all the words she had said. It seemed a bit late to reply to any of them now and he realised that his heart was thumping somewhat terribly. Calming it down, he let silence be for a moment before Zaria shared too.

FitzDutiful was a little confused about the question, but decided to stay with his currently policy; honesty. "No, not intentionally. Once I would accept anyone, give everyone a chance but I was young and foolhardy. My previous pack had a motto of protect pack first and outsiders are owed nothing. I understand that now. Wolves have two chances with me, with pack, then no more. Outsiders that do not want to join I owe nothing." He had probably given her more than she had actually wanted when she asked the question. He looked down at her, puzzled, "Why do you ask?" he said kindly, trying to tell her that he would not judge her no matter what she had done.