05-09-2008, 09:34 PM
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Cer relaxed herself as the male signaled peace, although much of what he spoke sounded strange the Dahlia de Mai female could pick out a few key words. If the male had meant harm than surely he wouldn’t admit to exploring and seeking information on packs? Though why? The male didn’t state any loyalty to any specific pack or clan, so maybe he was researching the new packs for his own knowledge, Cer was certainly curious about them. Dahlia de Mai had nothing to hide and though Cer knew she shouldn’t make it a habit to be so friendly when strangers trespassed, she couldn’t help but smile at him. I think it’s some sort of drink.. Cer held the bottle out for him to take and examine. Turning to the shelf, Cercelee removed another bottle, the same color of liquid, although now the female saw that some of the bottles had clear, purple, pink and other red colors. Popping open the top of this bottle too, again she smelled the stuff and was overcome by the strength of it. Looking uncertainly at the item in her hand, her navy eyes went back to the stranger. Waving her tail behind her, a signal of friendship that in wolf form she often caught herself doing, she spoke, more cheerful this time, as if she had already accepted his unexpected presence. I’m Cercelee, what’s your name? |