Blackfeather Woods Visiting a friend

The pale wolf gave a simple nod to his friend as she departed, disappointed by the fact that they seemed to always get interrupted by one thing or another. Despite the interruptions, though, they seemed to continue to come together once more at a time afterwords, and would have a nice time together until history repeated. He watched her retreating form closely, his gaze only returning to Bane once he deemed her to be a decent distance away. He was might with a harsh gaze, as was to be expected, but didn't linger on that fact. Instead, he pieced together an answer for him in his mind.

“I believe I was speaking with a friend,” he responded, his words holding the potential for humor, but the tone of his voice didn't let such a thing slip through. “She stayed a respectful distance away, and even if she hadn't I am confident in my abilities to keep her safe from any sort of danger that might try to grab hold of her.” In hindsight, it may have been foolish to allow her as close as he did, but simply turning her away because of it seemed wrong. He had not expected anyone else to respond to a call meant for him, and while he should have suspected the possibility of another pack member appearing anyways, his mind had been a bit preoccupied with thoughts of the crimson eyed woman. “I'm sure she won't be coming any closer than the lake again after seeing you, if that gives you any relief towards the situation.”