Axelle silently watched him eat for those few seconds his head remained in the carcass. When he lifted to look at her, she examined him as well. His gray pelt reflected no sign of uniqueness – a normal wolf pelt. His eyes were the only splash of color on him, a pretty color of gold. He seemed old, but his posture told her otherwise. Axelle was good at figuring others out, and even though she didn’t know why he was trying to crunch himself together, she still chose to remain ignorant to the reason. She dipped her head in greeting to him as well. The way he spoke to her was pleasant; he held a lovely tone to his voice and it didn’t change once he began to ask why she snuck up on him.
”Axelle. I just like to make a quiet, mysterious appearance. There is trust within these borders, and it’s up to you who to trust.” She eyed him before circling around to the other side of him, careful to not near his food – even though, he probably wouldn’t defend it because of her rank. She was very capable of tearing him apart, anyway. She reached the other side of him, and sat. She bent her head to lick one of her paws, something she didn’t do often. She preferred bathing in Optime form, as she liked the way the humans used to bathe. Soap and water – a fluffy cleaning detergent-thing that made her fur smell good after a monthly bath.
Once she lifted her head back up, she watched him trying to figure out where he came from. His features and scars told her that he was like her in some ways – many troubles littered his life, though seemingly past ones, but maybe present. He could’ve came here to escape them all. Oh, how she wished all of hers could disappear just like that. Well, they would once her father was dead. ”Where do you come from, Einarr?” She would learn his story sooner or later.
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