Those emotional moments often required within those closer relationships would, eternally, be Tetradore's weak point. He had learned at a particularly young age that friendships were strictly forbidden and anything else would only result in consequences that left wounds upon his caramel flesh and scars upon his mind. It had become something akin to habit, to keep others at such a distance. It was safer that way, for everyone. The more the were-feline had cared, the more he struggled to keep those very souls at a calculated distance from him. He had quite near been forced into that role of merely pining from a distance. Though he had gained some level of freedom since those days struck under the thumb of that vampire, his skills in that particular area still had not developed into something 'normal' by any means. That was hardly to say he had not made in progress. Quite on the contrary, he had covered far more ground than he suspected most truly realized. Now, he allowed himself to care. He gave himself the permission to perform those small acts of care, as minuscule as they might have seemed. It was small thing like buying sweets he knew the rest of his pack liked when he visited those stores, or considering the sort of gifts they might enjoy for Christmas, or how they might enjoy spending the full moon. The distinct amount of consideration Tetradore had single-handedly put into this very trip was meant to show the insecure woman that very affection he held for her.

He knew well how often Raven thought of herself as an outsider, even when she truly had little reason to do so. He knew she often struggled to find a place she felt like she belonged and though he had thought upon it many a nights, Tetradore had eternally come up empty handed on what might make her feel apart of the pack. After all, he had already taken her under is wing as his future sister-in-law. He had already made every effort to reassure her any time she had come to him with any sort of conundrum or problem. This was merely his latest effort in gifting her some level of belonging. After all, was howling not the ultimate feeling of togetherness for their kind? The very symphony of those wolves that surrounded them seemed to embody those sensations he wished to impart upon the woman, his own emerald eyes watched her with a distinct care as she seemed so wholly mystified by that very sound. He tried to be light-hearted of that reason they were here, just as he too tried to encourage her to join in on that very song.

Tetradore could hardly help that feeling of disappointment that afflicted him as naught a sound came from her lips, only for the woman to simply give up with the absolute word that she simply 'can't howl'. It was frustrating, to say the least, particularly considering the fact that Tetradore was certain it had little to do with physical ability and more to do with the young woman stopping herself. Even so, he tried to keep such from his own 'voice' as those clipped words assured her he was incapable of answering them, only to suggest they try again another time and, for now, simply return home. He hardly anticipated the sudden brush of her fur against his own, that muzzle sliding down his jawline only to brush beneath his throat. That sudden assurance that she would try again, however, prompted a glimpse of inquisitiveness upon his features and yet, this was surely something the were-King was more than capable of doing for her. His head bobbed ever so slightly as the man's jaws parted, his own head tilted upwards ever so slightly as the ferocious tenor of his own roar split through that forest.

He was hardly surprised when the wolves once again picked up their song but moments later, their voices far more clustered together than before, as if they were far more prepared to retaliate to that plausible attack from that unknown predator within their domain. His emerald eyes turned towards the female at his side, entirely content to watch her as she listened to those sounds until they all but died off. He watched her as she closed her eyes, lifting her own head to the stars that twinkled above them. That sound that emitted from her parted maw was far softer in nature, still holding that hint of uncertainty in its depths and though he could hardly deny it was a howl, it was certainly different than those sounds of that pack. Beautiful, yes, but different all the same. He remained at her side, silent as that sound persisted before slowly dying off. His tail flicked behind him as the young woman's eyes opened, that elation quite clear in the wag of her tail and the excited chirp to her voice. He could hardly help that rumble of a chuckle before his own head bobbed quite quickly, "I am certain they heard." He reassured her, only to pause and add in some effort to be encouraging. "You did really good, Raven.". Although Tetradore wasn't quite the best sort of supporter, for Raven, he was trying.

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