Totoka River a time to be born and a time to die

The man before him tiptoed around the blatant issue between both men -- @Aria. Constantine had never questioned the ivory dove what her relationship was with the man, but he was not so foolish as to believe it was a simple friendship. The thought shouldn’t have burned jealousy in his chest, but it did, and with it a surge of guilt as a certain fiery she-wolf came to mind.
 
Considering the wolf before him, he remained stoical at best, his shoulders rolling back in a light stretch, as if to loosen some of the tension in the air – though he could care less about the tawny man before him, he cared for Aria – feelings he would need to force to be platonic. “Does she want to be found by you?” You left her behind, he wanted to add, but swallowed the words. He had done no better, leaving her at Moonspear.

He didn't wait for a response -- the lift of his eyebrows was enough to reveal his distrust in the man, and also his disinterest. "Leave her be. She's been through a lot. Unless you can be there for her fully, don't bother," he rumbled darkly, and with that, the swarthy male turned, his stocky form prowling away as he left Komodo behind.. hopefully for good.