Ocean's Breath Plateau Hold My Breath For the Tide

Massaraq recognized the alpha of Moontide a tip of his head and he glanced briefly to the sea again. Solitude felt empty and hollow and yet the presence of someone else felt like sandpaper to his skin. "Rodyn, I." A faint smile, a motion that had been so free and easy and genuine in his youth and now curled politely over his lips instinctively.

He queried, going for polite, in his heart wanting to ask so much more. Had his anaa been there? Had Ajei and Arrluk? How were they? Had Kassuq returned from his own journey. Instead, he settled upon something else. "How was the hunt? I hope I'm not an inconvenience here I can leave soon..." He trailed off, not quite able to hide his own hesitation and uncertainty. He was not sure if he was ready to go back but nor was he ready to leave and not go back, to head out into the world again. To be asked a third time if he could go home and have to answer that it was him, that he felt he could not. And he cursed himself for saying such at all, as if by speaking it he had made it true.