08-02-2010, 11:18 PM
Geneva was a bit calmer as she got closer to her son, although she still felt her heartbeat at the back of her throat. It still set her on edge to have Pripyat far from her, but it was something that she had been working on recently. Plus, she recognized the white Valley wolfess. She knew that the woman was a generally gentle soul, and a mother herself. Despite the fact that she had not unveiled the fact that she had had a child, she knew that the woman would not harm an errant child.
She was only a few steps away from the two when Pripyat spoke again. His words were careful, and he was talking as well as he could for a pup so young. His mother was well spoken, when she did speak, and he did his best to model his speech after her own. "Jeff'son Soul," he responded, his icy eyes gleaming as he looked into her yellow orbs. She seemed like a nice lady, and she seemed to have some knowledge. He had only seen his father the once, and he was a source of wonder for him. "You don't look like Mother or my father," he said, turning his head back to follow the path of Xeris' gaze. "They both have their faces that way." Pripyat's voice held some confusion - the two adult wolves he had ever seen both had scars and disfigured faces. He was genuinely interested in the differences between his mother and this new wolfess.
"Hello Xeris," Geneva greeted belatedly. She came to stand behind her son and curved her body around his protectively. It was an unconscious movement, something she always did when he was venturing too far and too fast into the unknown. "I see you've met Pripyat."
She was only a few steps away from the two when Pripyat spoke again. His words were careful, and he was talking as well as he could for a pup so young. His mother was well spoken, when she did speak, and he did his best to model his speech after her own. "Jeff'son Soul," he responded, his icy eyes gleaming as he looked into her yellow orbs. She seemed like a nice lady, and she seemed to have some knowledge. He had only seen his father the once, and he was a source of wonder for him. "You don't look like Mother or my father," he said, turning his head back to follow the path of Xeris' gaze. "They both have their faces that way." Pripyat's voice held some confusion - the two adult wolves he had ever seen both had scars and disfigured faces. He was genuinely interested in the differences between his mother and this new wolfess.
"Hello Xeris," Geneva greeted belatedly. She came to stand behind her son and curved her body around his protectively. It was an unconscious movement, something she always did when he was venturing too far and too fast into the unknown. "I see you've met Pripyat."