Tamlin couldnt possibly understand Ranuk's feelings, but Ranuk did not want him to. This complicated sorrow was known to very few, one being his mother. There had been so little of them when they finally fled the mountain and fewer still that had come back. He did not wish that kind of bitter resentment and nostalgic despair on anyone, not even his enemies.<br/><br/>Tamlin, despite his parentage, had nothing to do with what had happened. He was innocent in this, and Ranuk found himself glad for it. The elf wouldnt be half so kind if he understood a fraction of Ranuk's history. Better that he remained ignorant. Better that he remained pure from such pain and hatred.<br/><br/>"You dont," Ranuk reassured. It sounded more gruffly than he meant it but that was unavoidable when every elvish word felt like a frog in his throat.<br/><br/>If anything, Tamlin made their circumstances better, so there was no need for him to apologize.<br/><br/>"Tomorrow I hunt," Ranuk said as he laid back down, his hands tucked in against his body like a dog, the little grass box hidden safely in his fist, "join me?"<br/><br/>It was meant to be a request but Ranuk couldnt quite match the inflection.