The whole time Dharma spoke, the grey male held a monotonous expression on his face. But the way her eyes dug into him with the harsh emotions she was feeling continued to eat at him. He wasn't made of stone. He just acted like it. He pinned his ears slightly and lifted up his head, glancing in the direction she'd gone, barely making her out on the log she was laying on. He sighed and stood up, shaking out his coat before padding his way towards where she was. When he reached her, he jumped up onto the log she was on and laid down a few steps away from her. "What exactly do you think a pack is?" He asked her softly, refurring to the way she said she wanted only friends and family that are close. "Do you think that in a pack, everyone hates each other? Maybe some packs are like that. But not mine, nor any others I've known. It just takes some getting used to." Why she was so defensive on the topic, he didn't know. But, maybe it had to do with the scars she had all over her body. That, or it was the lack of a pack that resulted in them...
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