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Even after Gene's letter, the wolfos was still lacking in the phone department. Or rather, he had been, but then less than three hours later he broke it. Apparently eyePhones did not mix well with snow. Still, the letter made him smile and he was somewhat happy to see some people still used ink and parchment. Granted, they lived on the same floor, but it was nice to get a letter every so often.

He hadn't been expecting company, and the knock on his door had him looking up from his reading. 'Human Hunters and Haunts, a History' was a rather dry read, and company was a pleasant distraction. Setting it aside the wolfos mad his way to the door, opening it with a bow and a smile. "Company is always welcomed Gene. Please come in." He moved, pulling out a small cushion for her to sit on. "I am afraid I don't have any tea started but I am happy to get some ready if you like?"

Nodding, he picked up some snow, and threw it into the kettle, quick to say how it boiled out impurities, if any. As the flame clicked on, the wolfos joined her at the small table, smiling as she picked up the book and flipped though it's pages.

"Very. It's a bit dry but rather informative. My clan hunts every few years and it's interesting to see, or read rather, a different view on our tribe's habits. Not to mention the history behind human hunting is rather interesting. Apparently we used to do it for food, now, many hunt humans to maintain FEAR in humans. Sort of like a reminder." Undoing the wooding box in the middle he motioned to the various dried leaves. "I have mostly herbal teas but, a bit of hibiscus and jasmine. But, tea aside, what brings you here? I'm afraid I've yet had time to pen you a letter back, so please forgive me on that."

Idle, his ear gave a small twitch. His tribe had hunted humans since he was pup and it was just expected of them. "It's illegal without the proper license, which one must take courses for. Part of why I came here. My uncle is the only one of us who was granted a killing license, and even then, he must observe the laws. Thankfully, out ways run parallel with the law so all that was really an issue was simply getting the license." A shrug. "I will hopefully be taking courses sooner or later for that very reason, so, it helps to brush up on the history. It's rather interesting from an outside standpoint."

The whistle of the kettle had his head whipping to the side, going over in a fluid motion, putting a thermometer in. "We'll go with a simple green then." Returning to the table, he set the water down before setting the leave in the cups. "Has to be right temperature of the tea will come out bitter." The part about chills had him smile at her. "You are always welcome to join me for company. But, what is going on if I may ask? Homework troubles?"

He laughed a bit. "No offense taken. It's just a bit of... my culture? No two tribes are alike after all." Checking the water again, it was almost cool enough. Listening, he watched her, attentive yet silent.

He did remember Mort, if in passing. King had no idea the two were an item however, but to have one's affection spurred was painful, that much he could relate too. "I see." He checked the water again. Just at the right temp he poured it into the cups.

Taking a breath, he moved, sitting beside her, tail curling around her though he kept his hands to himself. "Some males are... not very good when it comes to being loyal to their chosen mates. I am sorry that Mort is one such male."

He smiled at the assessment, not minding that he was male as well. "Take heart, even as the moon fades, the sun will shine in the morning. What happens happens, and we grow stronger for it."

Claws reached over to his cup, swirling it gently. "Tea is best taken warm, and, ah, this is a rather new thing." Claws reached over, pulling a small almost invisible handle up, removing the leaves from the drink. "Much better. Steep it too long and your tea will not be quite right. With tea it is as I have found a matter of taste. I was taught that it was proper to savor it, but, some drink it heavily, so it is as you like."

A sip and a soft smile. "I am not sure how to help you with your Mort, but I can offer you my freindship Gene, and anything in my power to give. I would be a poor friend to not offer aid would I not?"

The comment that he was a poet made him smile, the bard it widened, but as she asked if he could sing he let out a barking laughter. "I can sing...as my people can, with our howls into the night sky. But our songs are mostly for special occasions. Like... births, deaths, rites of passage. Songs carry a meaning that words alone do not. That is why they are precious."

The tail fluffed out a bit at the snuggling, though it was a pleasant touch. He missed sleeping with his companions. The comfort they provided simply did not extend here. Drinking the tea, Frost nodded at her assessment. "One shouldn't seek what doesn't wish to be found. Like a heart of a missing tabi." He lost enough that he just got a bunch of the same kind and called it good.

When she got up he didn't pay much mind...until she brought forth Buns from his hiding place. No, no that would not do. He.. he didn't want people to see that. That he still had his childhood toy. Watching her with wide eyes as she returned, Buns in tow, Frost stared at the plush for a moment. ".......Buns." He muttered. "I...named him when I was a pup. It's just a trinket is all."

A trinket he really didn't like people touching and playing with it was his they were going to break it oh Naryu was his stuffing falling out again oh Din's fire noooooo

Adorable or not, please set Buns down now, he was fragile and you were going to ruin him oh Nayru help him. Handed back, King shoved it into a nearby snowdrift, cheeks tinged pink. He needed to hide Buns better when he had company. "......Thank you." Still, he knew Gene had meant no harm by it, and he could hard;y hold her curiosity against her. Not every day a grown boil had a stuffed rabbit plush after all.

As she snugged into his tail, he pulled off his student pin, falling into his larger, much more fluffier natural form, curling next to her. "...You could visit for a while. I took the train down most of the way, but it's still about two's day hike and a another day of riding to get to the village. And that's if you don't run into a storm." Part of him wanted to rest his head in her lap and see if she'd scratch behind his ears.

"But it is nice this time of year. The summer herds come in and the trees get their fruits along with the root plants thickening. And for songs..." He smiled, though his wolf form made it a bit odd. "Maybe one day you will. Until then, I am afraid I keep to tradition, my songs reserved for times when it is appropriate."