10-11-2018, 12:33 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 60%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;"]For Levi, he did not feel the awkward atmosphere around then as Stryker had. Perhaps, he had simply failed to acknowledge it. The doberman had spent the past week trying to pull his weight, even if it got difficult at times. His body was close to being healed, but he was still not a hundred percent. It would take awhile for his broken ribs to fully mend. It was a miracle his lungs or an organ had not been punctured. In his mind, he chalked it up to pure luck. Even so, he had a nasty habit of pushing himself beyond what his current limitations were. It was how he was brought up, to simply walk it off no matter how bad it was. Back in Reyes' pack, if you could stand, you could fight. Many died from that logic, but Levi and Lecter knew to avoid injuries the best they could to dodge that terrible fate.
The dog had noticed the large cat had been avoiding him, but on whats grounds, well, he was not certain. Levi did lack social skills, but with the passing months was he improving with great strides. He was growing more brazen around his group mates, yet he failed to form any true relationships with any of them. Even so, he knew it would take time and patience. Feeling the sensation of someone watching him, his hazel eyes were quick to meet Stryker's own eyes. Stopping in his tracks, he stared at the other, trying to read what exactly their intentions were. He did not sense any hostility, so he believed it was alright to investigate. Expelling a sigh through his nose, the male proceeded forward. 'Can I help you with something?" No malice could be found in his tone for it was a simple question without any strings attached.
The dog had noticed the large cat had been avoiding him, but on whats grounds, well, he was not certain. Levi did lack social skills, but with the passing months was he improving with great strides. He was growing more brazen around his group mates, yet he failed to form any true relationships with any of them. Even so, he knew it would take time and patience. Feeling the sensation of someone watching him, his hazel eyes were quick to meet Stryker's own eyes. Stopping in his tracks, he stared at the other, trying to read what exactly their intentions were. He did not sense any hostility, so he believed it was alright to investigate. Expelling a sigh through his nose, the male proceeded forward. 'Can I help you with something?" No malice could be found in his tone for it was a simple question without any strings attached.