Lone Star Mountain my heart has sought a thing i cannot name

For one, he appreciated the lack of praise; if any were have been spoken, it would've needed receiving. In Vonn's case, he didn't exactly feel like he'd lived up to anything worthy of admiration; the last thing he wished to do was giving thanks.

"Moi? S'allonger? Non, merci. I will sit." At the ambassador's next words, Vonn shook his head, more in disbelief than disobedience, for he'd begun to stiffly recline to his haunches while speaking. The plume of a tail tapping about his haunches, he continued, "I value your helping me, monsieur, but how will it be done? For me, I am in ze middle of nowhere." The fallen male gestured to the snowscape about them, to the smatterings of blood beneath his great paws - which he noticed only now.

"I suspect a concussion will creep upon me soon enough, however." He took the sight in of his own blood, faint across snow, with a flickering of some muscle near his jaw.