The closeness of Kiara made Dakeyras feel uneasy. His heart beat quickened and his senses inhanced, but they only focused on her. Suddenly the tightness of her arms, the unsteady breathing, eyes doffing. .. everything was important. This intrigued Dakeyras. An urge to hug her, hold her, kiss her rose, but he ignored it. When she pulled away, light sadness washed over him, like a pray which just managed to run away. It made him smile as blood rushed v to her face, a strong red blush forming on her face.
She looked worried and lost. Dakeyras felt a small guilt rise within him. After all he, a lone male, asked her, a packs female, to wonder through the city with him. Withou noticing he looked at the ground with a worried face. As she tried to say something, he looked at her. It took her a second, but finally she managed to day it clearly. “How did you break your nose?” with that a wide smile drew on his face. "Oh this? " He pointed at his nose. "Ja is an old wound. I could straitened it, but I chose to left it like this. When I was at North Canada I got into a little pitch with a domestic pack. I would of died, but another line wolf, an old geyser, came to help. I got a broken nose and he lost half of a right ear. We agreed we'll let the scars be. As a memory on eachother." Dakeyras lifted his chest. This story was his pride. Though there was more to it than he told, but he didn't want to bore the little girl. "Ah that is a truly great friend and a man." He sighted. " And you? You got any friends like that? Or any great story to tell. " He slightly turned away from her, moved his elbow away from his torso in a manner of inviting her to join him for a walk, as they did in the old days.