Blackfeather Woods Your tears don't fall

He can see the lightening of her eyes in what appears to be a sliver of happiness. It doesn’t last long, as she mentions the possible fall of their pack. He knows this well. The Nightwalkers also were doomed to the same fate. It saddens him somewhere deep within, what had become of the Nightwalkers, but it couldn’t be helped. 

Now though, as he had remembered earlier a male and female seemed gruff — fed up — with the turn of events. His eyes had narrowed at the pair of strangers and his ears shifted on his skull in suspicion. So they had left. Santi finds himself desiring not to be like those who abandoned something, or someone, so easily. 

So he nods to her, a stiff but understanding movement. His eyes flick to her ears. “I will stay for as long as it benefits me.” He confirms. “If something comes of it, then so be it. If not, then I will continue the search for my mate.”