Noctisardor Bypass With realism on the sparsest of sets

Soleon had met Arbiter only briefly when he had first been recruited among them. Ripe with pups the meeting had been brief. Spook had been the main one to make sure he got where he needed to be. Assimilating among them had proven a bit harder than expected as well. Truth be told he wasn't the best at inserting himself in awkward situations. This one took the cake.

The wolves of Legion struck him as being on two ends of a very broad spectrum. Some very outgoing and others seemed to be far more introverted. Soleon didn't mind either. Though, it was hard to talk to the speechless.

He was in the middle of absolutely nothing when Arbiter happened to fall into his sights. His knee jerk reaction was to slink away like a guilty child that didn't wish to be caught. That wasn't the adult thing to do. Nor was it the thing of the brave to do. He needed to get to know her much as she needed to be aware of who he was.

Swallowing the skepticism that crept in the male spoke and welcomed her to his presence, “Err, hey–ma’am…Arbiter,” Your majesty? What was that?