Scarred Thorn

The male was now anxious and stressed, the pain in his leg forgotton. He didn't mean to ever push her away! Well, actually he DID at once but he was trying now! Was it really that bad? Should he have stopped and been more serious? Would he have been able to actually get through the conversation? Wait- would Vindaria stop talking to him because of this!? Honestly Scar was EXTREMELY lonely, and even though he pushed others away he didn't want the first wolf he opened up to to leave themselves. And it would be his fault! What did he DO to this stupid world to make it treat him so horribly? Was it all his fault? What had he done wrong? Scar was most definitely fretting over this matter, the anxiety showing in his eyes and the quick flicking of his tail. As Vindaria started talking he dragged himself out of his worrisome thoughts, trying to focus on her words. "But you were right, it was reckless, and that's the thing. I don't hold any value for my own life and I know that's wrong- all I've ever had is bad luck and I don't expect anything different, which is also unhelpful. Whatever you say, however extremely rude and forward it sounds, it makes sense to me and might be the only thing to get through my thick skull." He stopped a moment. "I would risk my hide for any member of my pack, not only because I value myself less than you all, but because I care about you guys. However... shut out I try to make myself, I can't shut myself out completely. I can't change 100 percent, can't get rid of that part of me that wants to talk to someone, to have friends, to actually find someone who does care about me as a wolf instead of as a puppet." Scar sighed. "I always expect and want more than I can accomplish, and that is my downfall. I try so hard to uphold my pack in any way but the way I should. I expect myself to be able to go through a random door and enter the room I want, but there's only one door that leads to that room- and I've been ignoring it for years. Honestly it is too late to have a mid-life crisis and actually figure out my life, but even if I am *special* sometimes, I am not a quitter." He let out a breath to listen to what she was saying. "Your opinionated babbling has helped a LOT. Truthfully. And I may not see how my answers have helped you, apart from giving you material for more opinionated babbling, but I'm glad. That's what I want to do. Be emotionally stable MYSELF which will nevr happen so I can help others." Scar snorted a little at how that sounded, shaking the fur on his head a bit. "You are quite honestly the first wolf I have ever opened up to since I took a downfall in morale, but I'm glad it was you. At least both of us can benefit." He smiled weakly

Scarred Thorn

Scar was, of course worried about how Vindaria would answer, but also about the pack now. His attention was drawn to it slightly, his nose twitching as he took in the scent of the strange wolf again... and all the other scents. Now he REALLY wanted to get up. +Isn't that just RECKLESS?+ He thought, but he didn't dare say it. Vinda was acting mostly NORMAL again and not trying to leave so they could finish the conversation- Scar looked upon that as a goal he didn't want to miss. "I will take those words to mind, and thank you." He answered quietly, a slight tilt in his head as he listened. +Yeaaaahhh, of course you care as a friend, but I meant the other way. Sheesh that sounds weird now that I think about it+ he thought, trying not to wince. "It wouldn't end well for them. It didn't end well for Lilah, Jock, or Boulder, but I still wish I hadn't had to fight them- I don't like hurting others when it isn't neccesary, no matter what they do." Scar let out a slow breath, his ear swiveling slightly. "I beg of you, do NOT run through fire for me. Either I'm dead already or I got out on my own accord." He snorted, then his gaze softened. A little. "But thank you.. for saying that. It means a lot." He finished quietly. Finally the scents were irritating him too much, and even though his leg hurt, he was going to move. Scar shook his pelt as he pushed himself up with a slight wince, limping over to the middle of the pack and sniffing the ground once. "How could I not SEE a strange wolf just wandering around?" He mumbled, turning his head towards the camp entrance. Time to take a walk. Scar padded that way, going until he heard voices, not too far away. One was Bo's, which honestly irritated him- if Bo had known these wolves were here, WHY HADNT HE TALKED TO SCAR. Scar let out a low breath and entered the cave, surprised to see not one but two female newcomers. "And who, may I ask, are you two?" He inquired with a lift of his head, his body tense.