Boartusk Heights ≡ Beautiful Things That I've Got

The thing that all loners feared was dancing the line of a pack. Especially one that didn't particularly have an open-minded welcoming committee. It was a promise of pain. One that most loners would accept as knowing punishment. Soleon wasn't a fighter. He would've attempted to flee.

The rumble of another echoed into the evening air and Soleon released his grasp on the poppy, which was handled with care, and stood to simply stare.

Honestly, this was the oddest meeting he had ever had. He wasn't sure if he was going to die today or receive a hug. Hm.

"I didn't mean to overstep," That seemed like an apology. Kind of, "I just lost track picking some herbs," Soleon studied the almost sullen look of the other male, "Not to be rude, but maybe I could help you. Well, you look a little dead...you know, 'round the eyes,"