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Noah could see the hesitance in the young wolf, an uncertainty that was stained primarily because of their life long species war than personal vendetta. Elena was probably one of the Greyson’s that Noah knew the least about. She wasn’t the eldest of the siblings - Nathaniel and Sophia, whom he had dealt most with. She wasn’t an irritant like Nik. Overall, it seemed she was more interested in just trying to live her life rather than continue on the warpath that had been carved out for them all. He could respect that.
“They’re cold anyway,” he spoke matter-of-factly, nudging the basket in her direction if she so chose to partake. “So what brings you to Hollow Grove these days?”
“Cold fries aren’t that bad.” she shrugged as she popped one into her mouth, her eyes watching him curiously. As she did she couldn’t help but think back on her own experiences in the last thousand years and wonder just what his experiences were, what he had chosen to do with immortal life. Of course she had heard a fair few things, whispers in the air or even conversations between her siblings, but she had never really taken the time to think about the Blackwell’s with such depth. At his question she shrugged again. “It just doesn’t feel right not being with the family at this point in time.” she answered. She had tried to do what she did best and go on some random adventure but after a few months she decided it was best to be home.. to try and fix things with Nik, not that it was going so great. “How’s work going?” she asked in return.














