Even in the darkest, most lonesome nigths the stone barricade and silver armor Ciervo wore over his heart crumbled. It was only in those brief, yet excrutiantingly painful, moments of weakness that the Ostrega admitted to himself that he needed another being to cut through the loneliness.
This was simply natural; and whether he (or any wolf really) wanted it or not, the desire or craving for companionship was simply written in his nature.
Wolves were solitary animals by choice but they were social animals by need.
With the features of his face never betraying his interest, the Ostrega returned the other loner'sstare with a calm, almost bored, demeanour. His insides were not nearly as cold as the man's but the strings of his heart had been equally laced with ice, presenting the obvious barrier that prevented him from getting attached.
He ignored the first word that the coal colored male threw into the cold air, not really showing any type of reaction to the male's foreign tongue. "Nothing, unless you do have something to offer.."He barked with a careless roll of his shoulder as he continued to rake his eyes meticulously over the male's face and body.
He could prove to be a fine hunting partner or a sparring mate.
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