The Sentinels The Passionate Shepherd to His Love

Castiel— a brutish figure with courtly seaborn eyes and the lilted name of a blueblood. The softly proud accent of his name certainly didn't match the stoic voracity of his appearance, but Flaris was appreciative of the male all the same. Regardless of his name, or how he looked, he was in a position to assist him, and the solitary wolf wasn't inclined to miss opportunities based on superficial notions. He listened intently to the coffee wolf, thirstily drinking in what little information he was given at that time; and it took him less than a second to answer Castiel's given query.

"Life, my friend. I am passionate about life, and the glory that comes with having lived a full and happy life." It was an automatic response, having taken much longer for him to realize how incredibly vague the answer was than it had taken to give it. Clearing his throat, the earth-marked loner pressed on after a dismissive laugh. "My apologies, Castiel. I fear that I am filled with more heart than brain, I do." Smiling still, his tail slowed to a stop as he found a more serious answer on his tongue. "My greatest love lies in the cultivation of others. I have  a fine pair of eyes and ears, a solid nose, and an above-average curiosity for the wiles of nature, so as long as I am able to spend my time assisting Donnelaith's way of life, I would be most happy."