^^It was the gentle wag of her tail after his words that made Tiberius want to give her more yet refrained; the fuck did he need to say more for? It was only a tail wag. He attempted to not be so amused by the fact she almost sent herself off kilter with the sway of her tail, though it was a faint chuckle that escaped between his teeth as he rolled his shoulders to shrug it off. She took her almost-stumble in a stride and once again, he was slightly impressed with her ability to stay unbothered and unaffected by rage at her antics. A strange creature indeed, he thought to himself. The Iceling was doing better than he would be, though, he supposed. Tiberius was not quite made for the graceful art of Ice Sliding, though he thought that perhaps the large circumference of his paws may help him balance his weight a bit more than most. Or fuck him right up.
A home was her first two words, and Tiberius' gaze narrowed upon her, calculative and appraising. A home could mean many things, he thought, and he had only held one in his time. The first "home" and been his own personal hell, the second? It had been temporary, it seemed, as he woke up in a foreign land with no conceivable way home. Perhaps for the best, he thought darkly -- though he was unhappy with his possession, his charge being in a land so far from himself. Where the little Crane was, he had no idea, but he tried not to linger on the thought for too long, as a rage dared to brew. Could the Icelings idea of home line up with his own?
He needn't wait too long to find out, as the blue-eyed woman continued on with a brief break down on the ideals in which the little group would stand for. A sanctuary in the form of a Kingdom for the lost, the tired and the in need. A place for acceptance, she said, and Tiberius shuffled on his haunches as he straightened his back in thought. "I've killed before," he rumbled, "I figh', an' I defend tha wolves in my charge, in tha ranks m'part of. I defend tha one's who can't defend themselves, Iceling." Tiberius figured he'd better get his basics out the way before he even attempted to see if he could fit in, because without her knowing these parts, what good was starting something that would not end up finished in the way he would prefer?
"an' I figh' besides tha wolves who can," he added as he watched her, the offer in the air, though he figured it was likely to be rescinded once she swallowed his words. "I'm useful fer survival, fer defense." He had found Lana when she had been recently weaned from her mother's teats as a young boy, and he had stood, facing two grown men who wanted to snag her themselves, telling them that she was his. That they'd have to get through him to get to the crying kid. He'd taken her to the Dominion, and he had raised her, protected her and taught her. Tiberius looked after the wolves who needed him to, but he wasn't above drowning the world in blood to protect them, neither. "I ain't lookin' ta deceive ya and ya people, makin' it about ta be like am full of softness an' sunshine. But I ain't about needless violence, neither." He shrugged his thick shoulders, laying it all out on the table to see whether the offer would still be in the air between fire and ice.
He eyed her, almost guardedly, with the expectancy of rejection. Not many would take the time to look past Tiberius' exterior or rough n tumble way of living, to see that he was useful beyond the muscle of his frame and the skill of his body. They thought of violence and defense and shied away, thinking that life didn't need such things, so why would they need him? He knew the world out there and knew that despite its beauty and kindness, there was darkness and cruelty. He at least knew he could help defend the wolves he cared for from such things until his dying breath.^^
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