Dorian chuckles as James tries to defend himself, motioning once more for the young man to come lay with him. As the boy cuddles in close the elder lets out a sigh and hums softly. His hand comes down to settle on James's side once he stills and for a short time he just lay there comfortably. Well, as comfortable as one can be on a filthy cave floor strewn with small stones and the occasional dead leaf. [i]'He is right, it is quite dirty in here. I shall have to beat my clothes off quite firmly to get this crud off'[/i] He sighs and looks to the young one pressed up against him.

“Hmm, what should we talk about. . . .” Dorian can think of a whole slue of questions the young man is unable to answer at the moment, and though he does love to hear himself talk, the elder does not feel like yous preaching at James at the moment. So instead he smiles fondly down as the boy, rubbing his back gently, his other hand sliding around to rest under his head. “What would you like to talk about Little One? Any questions? Thoughts you would like to discuss?” He looks up at the young one with an open smile and warm eyes.

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Outside the cave the wahru relax, hearing the boy move back into the depths of the cave. The leader pads over to check on the horse and lets out a small noise to back a few of his pack off. The horse, which had been acting a little skittish having had wolves around it all day without his owner around, relaxes a bit and begins munch on grass as it waits for the sun to fall from the sky. Toplin, as the lead wolf is called, wanders off once more past the cave, pausing to shake out his mane of thick fur as he scents his current master. Though under orders of another to serve Dorian, once under Dorian's care, his loyalty transferred over to him and him alone. Off in the woods he can hear a few from his pack bringing down a meal, and as per his right, he saunters off to take his share.