Moonspear i already drank that cup.

if he had known what this place meant, why it looked this way, he would not have been here. especially where a woman mourned. it was not the ideal situation for gennesis.

but he knew none of those things. he was a man clueless of the history of these wilds, of the reach of these wolves. he merely saw the land for what it was.

inhabitable crumbles of a mountain.

and here was a woman, plopped down comfortably about to have her moment ruined by a clueless man.

he was uncertain what he wanted from her, other than to see her. as such was his socialization skills. so he stood in front of her, a few yards away. orange eyes fixed on her, not bothering to hide himself among the rubble.