N​ó​ttin watched Aurelia's reaction with great care, his mind and heart eager to pick apart the machinations of the woman's mind. The sister of Dalmatia had always intrigued him, mystified him in some fashion or another. A great sense of respect and admiration was always carried for the woman, ever since the first time they had met. He could see why his sister had spent so much time with her. To him, it was plainly obvious.

Though their version of adoration, of love, would possibly greatly different then what he and Dalmatia had. That prospect excited him, thrilled him to know that even amongst wolves such as them, love could still blossom. They only needed to try.

Soft eyes watched her as she rose to her feet, right after thanking him with a seemingly unsteady voice. Then out of nowhere, put herself just at the edge of the mountain top, and threw up what. Oh my gods! Are you alright? N​ó​ttin rushed to her side, worry all over his face. Did he do something wrong?