04-17-2022, 11:26 PM
"You don't have to stop for my sake." Huh. That was a first. "Duly noted," the wolf drawled, though he didn't bother reaching back into his carton again. He didn't know when he would find another one, so he was focusing on rationing his intake. Max believed that the awkwardness he felt when smoking around her wouldn't relieve itself so quickly, but perhaps it would just take time.
He listened to Sora speak about the sunrise over the waters, her voice soft and filled with a certain dreaminess that answered Max's own inquiry already. He found himself in agreement with her, his chocolate hues shifting to the waters that lapped gently at the small, sandy shore that the Docks stood upon, minuscule waves making their way all around the lake beneath pale moonlight. The sunrise was beautiful here, but he found himself loving this moment even more so. It was calm, still, perfect. He was a man of the night, he supposed.
His gaze returned back to the other wolf when he realized that he hadn't responded to her previous offer — she could accompany him at the lake at night, if he so desired. Well, did he? Maximilian valued his privacy greatly, yet he also could not deny the distinct heaviness of loneliness that he felt. Forming the Enclave and meeting a variety of new people in the process mitigated the sinking feeling a little, but the residual effects of his former (was it really former?) depression still lingered, waiting until all was quiet to strike. Perhaps he could use a friend. Any friend. "Be my guest." The Alpha wouldn't force her to join him, but if the two just so happened to meet again beneath shimmering stars, he couldn't envision himself complaining. He liked the idea of having someone to talk to.
Sora followed up with a more detailed response to his question, a business-like analysis of their new home. She had her valid worries about the woodlands, and more specifically the lakeside aspect of it, but for the most part, she seemed to be content with the territory. He took a moment to process her words, slowly nodding a few beats after she had finished speaking. "The camp's got a height advantage over the rest of the forest if somethin' happens. Good thing we have those lookout towers, too," Maximilian said. He had been pleasantly surprised when he first scouted out the territory with the original Enclavian patrols — having a hilltop camp with lookout points made for an easily defensible home base.
As for Sora's concerns about the youth of the clan drowning, she seemed to answer her own question. A few swimming classes were more than enough to assist with that. "Could teach 'em myself if I gotta. I'm a bit of a fish myself," he mused dryly and without laughter, yet his eyes sparkled in a manner that exemplified the humorous aspect of his comment. He was quite fond of swimming and loved being by the water, so mentoring others on swimming wasn't exactly out of character for the wolf. It wasn't as if they had any children to worry about at the moment anyway. For now, the Enclave would be able to thrive.
He listened to Sora speak about the sunrise over the waters, her voice soft and filled with a certain dreaminess that answered Max's own inquiry already. He found himself in agreement with her, his chocolate hues shifting to the waters that lapped gently at the small, sandy shore that the Docks stood upon, minuscule waves making their way all around the lake beneath pale moonlight. The sunrise was beautiful here, but he found himself loving this moment even more so. It was calm, still, perfect. He was a man of the night, he supposed.
His gaze returned back to the other wolf when he realized that he hadn't responded to her previous offer — she could accompany him at the lake at night, if he so desired. Well, did he? Maximilian valued his privacy greatly, yet he also could not deny the distinct heaviness of loneliness that he felt. Forming the Enclave and meeting a variety of new people in the process mitigated the sinking feeling a little, but the residual effects of his former (was it really former?) depression still lingered, waiting until all was quiet to strike. Perhaps he could use a friend. Any friend. "Be my guest." The Alpha wouldn't force her to join him, but if the two just so happened to meet again beneath shimmering stars, he couldn't envision himself complaining. He liked the idea of having someone to talk to.
Sora followed up with a more detailed response to his question, a business-like analysis of their new home. She had her valid worries about the woodlands, and more specifically the lakeside aspect of it, but for the most part, she seemed to be content with the territory. He took a moment to process her words, slowly nodding a few beats after she had finished speaking. "The camp's got a height advantage over the rest of the forest if somethin' happens. Good thing we have those lookout towers, too," Maximilian said. He had been pleasantly surprised when he first scouted out the territory with the original Enclavian patrols — having a hilltop camp with lookout points made for an easily defensible home base.
As for Sora's concerns about the youth of the clan drowning, she seemed to answer her own question. A few swimming classes were more than enough to assist with that. "Could teach 'em myself if I gotta. I'm a bit of a fish myself," he mused dryly and without laughter, yet his eyes sparkled in a manner that exemplified the humorous aspect of his comment. He was quite fond of swimming and loved being by the water, so mentoring others on swimming wasn't exactly out of character for the wolf. It wasn't as if they had any children to worry about at the moment anyway. For now, the Enclave would be able to thrive.
[glow=#008040,2,300]where is my mind?[/glow] — ☽
haha rip these goofs