The primarily grey male noted her staring before he introduced himself and asked for her purpose of being at the borders. ”I’m Vespula.” She had started, her voice soft. Mori noted that she was shivering. Poor lass was cold, scared, or both. He assumed more the former. ”I – I don’t know where I am, or how I got here. I am not a dragon, but I’d like to feel safe. I’d like a home, if you and Drekistone would have me.” Mori’s violet eyes softened at her, letting his wings relaxed from their prior folded position. ”Drekistone is one of the many packs of Starfall, the large island of which you landed on. You happened to wash up on the rocky shores at the base of Drekistone’s cliffside.” He turned in towards the packlands. Mori looked back to Vespula, speaking once again. ”Come. Let’s get you into warmth.” Mori was bad at expressing kindness and a caring demeanor in his words and tone of voice, but surely knew how to express it in actions. Perhaps Lahmer could provide Vespula with some kind thoughts. Provided Vespula followed, he would keep a reasonable distance between the two of them as he would lead her to his den. The stone-built den, very similar to the King and Queen’s, surprisingly held warmth better than a dirt den. It certainly would help get her temperatures back to normal, given that the cold waters of the treacherous ocean likely lowered her body temperature. After she was decently recovered, Mori would help her find her own place of rest amongst Drekistone. Upon approaching his den, he first stepped in, blowing a gentle flame from his maw to light the small pile of sticks and other foliage that he had burned earlier. It barely lit, which led Mori back out of his spacious den, stopping to meet Vespula’s eyes and toss his head in the direction of his den, motioning for her to enter. Mori then took to the skies to the usual nearby patch of forest for which he got his kindling from. The most peculiar thing happened as he was collecting more sticks and the flora that had survived the winter. As he dipped his green horned head down to place more sticks on his pile, his violet eyes caught onto the pink strand that extended from his chest. Was this finally a soul-tie…for him? His heart leaped, this time, a different feeling. Better than that euphoric feeling he’d get with the sight of death. His eyes followed the soul-tie as it extended back into Drekistone…who could it be? Mori finished collecting his sticks and ferns, taking back to the sky to head to his den, where hopefully Vespula had stayed…and where his soul-tie led him to. Was he tied with Vespula? Curious, he landed roughly and padded into the den, and sure enough, they were tied. Had she noticed? Refraining from freaking her out, Mori focused on putting his kindling onto the small pile, once again lighting it. Once it was sufficiently lit, he once again, took off, this time going to find food for her. This was much quicker, finding a snowshoe hare and being able to fly, he was able to grasp it in his jaw and snap its neck as he turned and flew back to the den. This time, Mori landed with more grace, but made his presence known by making some noise with his wings before appearing at the entrance of his den, hare in his maw. Once he made eye contact with Vespula, he’d gently place the hare down, nudge it forward with his nose, and take a few steps back. ”Rest up. We’ll find you a den to call your own when you’re ready.” He spoke, his voice gruff. The grey male then cleared his throat, before turning around once more, but instead of taking off, sat outside his den, a fair enough way away so Vespula would feel no danger, but also close enough that he could protect Vespula if needed. Though Mori knew it was highly unlikely she would need protection, he felt a need, a pull, to be closer to her. It was so strong that he was feeling giddy, a new emotion he had to process. Actions & Words.
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