Whitefish River [m] lava lamp

His eyes followed where she motioned. A soft O forming from his lips, although he did not do much else. A simple acknowledgement was enough for Aleks. He was not one to offer advice and so he simply nodded a soft I understand look flashed in his burnt orange eyes. He had been in the position before and was a firm believer in the "Not Owing Other Wolves Shit" religion.

He easily allowed her her contemplative moment, not one to pressure things nor get tangled up in others' emotions. Do you require a distraction or shall I let you contemplate? He asked in a calm tone as one brow quirked slightly, it was obvious he wouldn't be offended if she rather him leave.