Herbalists' Cache but it seems like a thousand years

A quest then, kept this male without company, and Warbone found the answer appropriately encompassing. He felt a magnetism towards the silver wolf, but could understand his personal necessity for detachment— he could not help the disappointment he was forced to swallow in the face of some hidden yearning. It was a peculiar amazement, like finding your first Legendary Pokémon. Intellect dictated that he change tactic then. If he could not possess this creature, and condemn him to be near, then he could attempt to at least capture what sating spirit the wraith was willing to leave in his wake.

Warbone was quiet for a long moment, and then he openly admitted: "As I look at you, I find myself burdened with an inability to know exactly how I wish to... present myself to you." Cautiously he sought the male's sleek face, as if trying to find something he was hiding there. "Curious," he said, only commenting on the strangeness of his own predicament; "if only because I am unuse to my own..." He searched for the word: "Incompetency."