my old aches

Kisu didn't care for the rank display; their hierarchy would be chosen by their Alpha. In the past he may have been bothered, but not right now. The grey male had had enough fighting for a lifetime, his scars showing some of that. He only desired for company and a place to belong, so he let her have her moment.

The wind was nearly knocked from the grey wolf when she spoke. Her voice was youthful and womanly, but had a certain scratchiness to it -- as if she hadn't spoken in a while, which seemed to be true from her lack of desire to speak.

He nodded at her as if he understood, though they both knew he didn't. The male stepped up to the tree and knocked his paw on a piece that chipped away. He then looked at the female once more. "You are strange, White One, but I like you." He smiled and then scraped at the bark once more with his claws, deciding that using his mouth would prove far much easier.