Seaside Moors Unmatched Talents

Dreadfully boring she cries out. The man huffs a chuckle in response as she pouts off to the side, despite the victory, she still wasn't satisfied. How generous. He whines in a mocking, exaggerated tone. I don't remember asking you to get off. With a mockery of a snarl, his lips and nose crinkle as the spoke the words disdainfully, almost insulted that she would roll over to his side instead of on her well earned victorious perch.

If one was to ask if life had changed for the man now that he was "tied down" to one woman, he wouldn't know how to answer such a thing. Well aware that such questions did come around depending on who you spoke to, and mates were unheard of back in his birth pack, he couldn't help but wonder now what his answer would be. Nothing felt different, in fact, as his eye wandered the figure of Tundra... he felt comfortable. Knowing that he was wanted, needed, desired, it felt right. Like something he needed without realizing up until recently until he had it. He was complete.

His gaze shifted from wandering to nothing than just her general figure, to quickly finding her face as she asked. Bored, I suppose. Bored? Was that the word he was truly looking for? Well... it was the one he knew. Rusalka is quiet lately, which is good. The new boy seems good too, eager to learn. Yes, quiet was good. Quiet was peaceful, especially with the new children around. Excitement wasn't for them, right now, they just needed to grow and find their own feet in this world. But the boy, he still wasn't certain of his place here, what was his goal and all. Maybe it was just watching all the new faces come and go had gotten to the Rusalkan now that he had been here long enough to be considered almost a veteran of the pack despite the leaders who had of course been here longer. You? Quirking a brow.