"It was getting way too stuffy out there, and besides, if I truly scared of you, then I would of ran a million miles by now, but it seems you can't get rid of me, and it seems I can't get you off my mind, maybe that's the scary thought" Roman nodded at her words staring at her as she turned and continued to speak as she looked at the moon. The moon light cast against her eyes and lit them up almost as if she was one of his kind...it made her appear ethereal and eternal. This girls words lulled him, she spoke ever syllable in a way that made him want her to continue for eternity.
"...the big bad wolf..." If he had been in his wolf form, his ears would have perked up at her words. He raised a brow, interested in her choice of analogy but choosing not to comment. Roman remained silent, allowing her to continue to sooth him with her melodic voice.
Alex sure did enjoy analogies though. While he understood the Shepard and the sheep, he truly had no idea what she meant by the Jungle Book. Some sort of pop-culture movie perhaps? Roman did not delve in things on the internet and such, so he really had no idea. Not that he would let her know that, he nodded along with her words like he understood. But she did seem to have one thing in common with all her little stories; wolves. It was enough to make him a little nervous, only because humans were not this interested in wolves that they would bring them up multiple times in a conversation. It was more then likely a coincidence, but truly it made him that more interested in her. Roman was not interested in humans, it was his own rule to stay out of their lives....accept this girl. She was drawing him in, even after just meeting her.
"Oh its fine, I enjoy your stories" he laughed and smiled at her, "It does the same to me, the outdoors, the moon. Opens me up and makes me want to just run and laugh. Its the night air that does me in, the light of the stars at the moon. There is nothing better then traveling alone through the forest at midnight. Do you camp?" He questioned and awaited her answer.
Roman's eyes traveled from her to the moon, allowing himself to relinquish his memories to his time with his father. They were both pure black, large wolves and could travel through the night time without being seen. It was a thrill to gallop by campers in the dead of the night and still not be seen. Deer would only lift their head, birds would take flight only on instinct. In those days, it was like they were the only remaining beings on Earth and it made him feel powerful. When his father died, he lost his silent footing. He could not longer travel in the same way, match his step. Joining the pack only meant he stepped further away from the silent night, but he had no choice. His memories were his only condolence that he had once been invisible to the world.