The Sentinels oh, why you wearing that to walk out of my life?

He was used to this downtrodden Aria – it was the same masked reaction he had endured before, and in this very moment, he wondered why such a young girl at such impressive accomplishments could hold such a morose expression. His muzzle tipped, ad this time, instead of closing himself from her, the swarthy male prowled closer, his nose tentatively reaching out to gently nudge the underside of her chin in both respect and hesitant friendship.
 
“Okay,” he answered, though dismissed conversation on his own well-being for now. Instead, his fiery eyes cast upon her, his brows furrowing. “What’s wrong?”