Felix would allow an amused huff to sound from his throat as Valentina shared her tale of hunting, but quickly turned his attention to Chris in short order.
The balding wolf listens intently as a story is coaxed from his fellow Irraka. His face does not where its usual near-scowl, instead being painted with empathy. The similarity between them was enough to make Felix understand the pain Chris must have felt. Nonetheless, this slowly morphed into a smile once again as Chris spoke his desire to leave a legacy and Felix offered a chuckle of approval.
Still.
He had to open up some time.
"Perhaps it is a legend we can help you form," Felix offered Chris, his voice floating on the side of reassurance, "Either way, I think I can relate, though I came here alone by choice." A slight expression of discomfort alighted the dirty man's face, he didn't like talking about himself. "Pack dissolved, so I hit the road." Different circumstances surely, but both Irraka seemed to come from packs that were doomed in one form or another.
Looking back to Queen, Felix would nod in agreement, "It feels... right," he offered, "An Uratha without a pack is not whole. Least that's how I feel." To her point of eating, Felix would almost smirk, especially as he imagined her wolfing down a steak in some kind of fancy shrink meeting.
Do shrinks have meetings? They seem the sort.
Looking to Emily, Felix would shrug at the question of whether or not he was getting settled, "Bought an old camper, renting a lot at a park," he said, "Got my eye on the paper. Looking for a plot of my own, but nothing yet."
Finally, Hector would receive a nod from the Meninna, deeper than the ones he had offered the others. The pack seemed to understand where he was coming from and for that Felix was thankful enough.
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