Ouroboros Spine take me home

Something told Dijax that the stranger knew what had been in pursuit of him by his certainty that they would not continue to follow. Although he wanted the Alpha's bolstering words to be true, he wasn't so sure. He had a right to be unconvinced. They had stolen him from his beautiful tundra for a reason. They had to have a reason. Everything in life had a reason.

He augured that he would soon pass out; the minor black-outs had not stopped, and Dijax feared they would only get worse if he did not care for himself. “What do you intend to do now?” The robust wolf asked as Dijax hobbled on his legs. He chuckled, causing him to cough a little. "Now I shall drink, my friend." He said with a simper and a flick of his tail. He figured his story had dampened the mood, and a one-liner could possibly help it even though their interaction was coming to a close. Now, Dijax wouldn't want the Alpha of the pack he wandered into to remember him as the brooding wolf who lost his family, would he?

The male turned away from the leader, but stayed at a halt, looking back at him with his hazel irises. "I am truly sorry for even thinking for a second to cross your borders, let alone actually doing it." He paused, dropping his gaze to the floor momentarily before reverting it to the wolf, "I would never want to stir turmoil in your pack, like the monsters did with mine." He finished calmly, his apology sincere.

Without another word or glance, Dijax walked on vociferously. He didn't know where he was going or what he would come across, but he was exhausted - from his travels, and, he had never spoken so much of the English language in his lifetime. When he should find a location to rest, there he would plan to seek the aqua that would quench his never-ending thirst. He would plan to find his home.