The Sentinels legs and hands, thumbs together

Deadly silence fell against them, his gingery eyes grasping onto the silhouette's own. It was painful, he wanted her to speak to badly, every milisecond, a minute. It was a silent torture, but finally he was released from the confinement of the quiet cell the moment she spoke. It wasn't of distain, or happiness, at least at first. To hear his name escape her ebony lips was unnerving. She steadily closed some of the space between them. The criminal opened his mouth to answer, but was interupted by another question, and then another, drawing past the barren area of snow placed seperating the two.

"No." The wolf spoke, his voice holding no emotion. He was far too shocked to feel anything, it was actually her. Unless... it was him expirencing an illusion. Had he gone insane from the journey? Perhaps his brain was giving him a sign to go home, creating a mirage of the treasure he had been in search for, and providing him reason to return. A rusty paw landed, only to be follow by three others, his head poked from his neck, his gaze searching desperately for evidence of this facade.

He decided, hallucination or not he would continue to answer the multiple questions thrown in his direction. "I left in an attempt to find you, I never told my reasoning." Donovan admitted, he knew the entire group would come if her mentioned this was a scouting to find her. He needed to do this in solitare, to create his own thoughts and converse with her in private, a luxery they would never receive with Merry-Andrew's around. 

"I'm not a vision, look." He hesitated momentarily, before nudging her shoulder with her nose. Don instantly stepped back, he had felt her. A sudden wave of memories crashed onto him and the menice kept the former space before the touch. It was unpleasant to relive all their good times, only to be reminded of the falling out. "See, Ind."