Contrary to his assumption, this woman was looking for bravery. Wolves she could trust, she explained. Wolves to help her achieve whatever her little heart desired — for her help in return. Lincoln raised his eyebrows at her, a friendly gesture to accompany the brief resurfacing of his grin. "Goals?" he echoed, then glanced into the space beyond her head, deep in momentary thought.
Naturally, there was nothing there.
"You know, I can't say that I've got many of those," he said, returning his gaze to her attention. He noticed, with a subtle twitch of his nose, that they nearly shared the same color in iris. "But really, that just means I have time to dedicate to someone else's, right?" And here he smiled, hoping that she picked up on his offer.
But he didn't exactly wait for her to accept it, either, before he adapted to the role. "So what kind of goals are we talkin'?" he asked, taking a moment to cast his eyes down the slope that rolled off to the side of him. "If you're just looking to get out of the mountains, I happen to know a good way down."
Naturally, there was nothing there.
"You know, I can't say that I've got many of those," he said, returning his gaze to her attention. He noticed, with a subtle twitch of his nose, that they nearly shared the same color in iris. "But really, that just means I have time to dedicate to someone else's, right?" And here he smiled, hoping that she picked up on his offer.
But he didn't exactly wait for her to accept it, either, before he adapted to the role. "So what kind of goals are we talkin'?" he asked, taking a moment to cast his eyes down the slope that rolled off to the side of him. "If you're just looking to get out of the mountains, I happen to know a good way down."