Wheeling Gull Isle Fallen from God Fallen from grace

What was that for, worried you may be solitary when the cold strikes? Her tone did not go unnoticed. Although his eye remained on the sea, he heard the tone as it wilted in her voice. A part of him was certain he was wrong in his assumption, but this was the moment to learn more about who may be his possible Alpha, Lady Rhælla, eventually. 

Listening to the stardust princess, Rose never broke his gaze to the sea. Her soft voice blending in with the tides as they licked onto the shore. Only when she vocally indicated an example did his eye roam back onto her face. The scar on her eye. Something he had taken note of after they had hunted, he wondered where she may have gotten that from, certainly not from the doe - apparently, he had failed to take in her appearance in fully on the day they had met. 

Sounds like a child's dream. Harsh. It was the only way one could see him at this moment. Eye brushing her off once again to view the vastness of the sea. With a sigh, he wasn't certain what he was hoping the answer to be. If it was he was looking for or disappointed. Still, he remained confused. Still. It is more than I know about myself. The man admitted. 

No dreams, no desires, he had nothing to share about the future and only a past to bury. A ghost, an empty feeling staining the earth wherever he roamed. Who was he to spit on someone else's dreams when they had something to hold.