"I assume it is because of many reasons, over one little easy answer. Though I would not call nomad life peaceful." Well, perhaps that was the wrong word. Obelisk smiled, though shrugged wolfishly (as always) as Edelweiss continued, listening as she stated her case and defended her opinion. She seemed like a pacifist, Obelisk thought. "–some wish for continual stability and safety. Many wolves group together because they are weaker apart." “To hide within the crowd seems . . . weak, to me, though I suppose it's smart, at the very least. Wouldn't weaker wolves be dead-weight?” At least, that's what he thought. Maybe he shouldn't lead a pack, otherwise he'd probably cast out the weak and keep his strong wolves closest to him.
It seemed like the smartest move, but he doubted anyone would follow a cruel leader; of course, the elderly, injured and young would be allowed to stay, but any able-bodied wolves who aren't bettering themselves? He'd gladly cast them out, but perhaps he was just trying to justify himself. "I fail to see what you'd gain by using such information against me, I am not going to break down and wail over the hue of my fur, and my people are not in this world. And it is true, I do not trust you enough to come closer. But that is the same for anyone I have just met." “You're smart then, to not let any stranger get too close.” He complimented with a smile.
"So, to answer your question, I do not know if you are a monster." Though he very well could be, perhaps he was just waiting for the right moment to pounce, gathering information to deepen his teeth within the pale fur, but perhaps he just wanted to seem strong, and big and scary. Maybe Obelisk just wanted to appear menacing; that thought wasn't necessarily wrong, but it was kind of sad to think that he wasn't already menacing. “And I do not know if you're particularly kind, or whether my mannerisms have found themselves itching your skin with annoyance yet,” The sire's mouth quirked up with amusement, listening as she continue to speak once more;
And she was right, Obelisk probably wouldn't attack her, not right now, at least. She hadn't really done anything to deserve it, had she? Obelisk doubted so. "You could just go on when we part and attack someone else for all I know. But that's your decision, isn't it? You're free. You don't answer to anyone else." The man chuckled; the life of a nomad truly was free, and he thought himself lucky to be able to find respite in his own fur, but perhaps the differences between him and Edelweiss could provide a sort of . . . enrichment in the view of pack-life. “The life of a loner comes with no ties, nor bounds, though it lacks in the safety department. Perhaps I'll sniff around some other packs and see whether they beat my ass, or take me in.”
"Parting sooner than later, it is becoming a mess out here, even for me. I know where I can go back to, but you should find shelter for yourself." Ah, was she trying to get rid of him? In truth, the woman was right; it'd be best for him to go now, but he wouldn't dare to say that some part of him would miss chatting with the pale lady. With a dip of his head, though, Obelisk begun to standing, looking out among the snow as it seemed to lighten. It would be best to go now. “I'll be on my way, then. It was a pleasure to meet you, Edelweiss. Perhaps I'll stop by sometime, hm?” He was joking, of course, but he wondered if the dam would appreciate his company once more. He certainly enjoyed hers.
Potential Fade!