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Hahah, me too~
500+
"I’d like that," she replied quietly. Cwmfen smiled brightly at the other male, returning his gesture. She liked to think that he was sincerely responding to her desires, that he sincerely wished to show her something new. But somewhere, she was wary, and she feared that he was merely being a polite and cordial host to a she-wolf that had sought him out. She sighed quietly at herself, for she often grew frustrated when she did not know how to read situations—but she wondered if anyone truly did. Of course, she knew that she was one who was not socially adept, and so she felt that she could do nothing but dismiss her frustration and ignorance. Experience would be the only way to remedy such a thing, if there was anything at all to remedy (she did not know). For now, she remained silent, pondering the possibilities of his words, needlessly perhaps, but at least she kept herself busy and alert.
The white orbs quickly passed over the bare trees about them. She peered through the naked obstacles with a calculating gaze, observing the open fields to which their paws carried them closer. The black female thought that she caught the scent of the ungulates, but it was brief upon the wind as they moved, and she was unsure, having not pursued the large prey creatures before. She wondered how close they were getting, and she was eager to stretch out her legs in a wild run with her heart pumping to the song of the hunt. The white orbs turned towards the dual coloured male, who had seemed to be deep in thought as she inquired about his origins. The she-wolf’s mind wondered briefly what he thought of—the hunt, perhaps, as her own mind currently considered. When he heard her, the pale blue gaze turned towards her. They seemed to consider her before she received an answer, and the white eyes gently met his gaze directly, trying to peer into him to understand.
A soft, serene smile spread across her maw as she listened to his reply. "Snow..." she breathed quietly, and the silent sound of its floating decent sounded in her mind. "It sounds like a beautiful place...." The black, woad-marked female loved the wintertime most, for she found nothing more beautiful than the land covered in newly fallen snow, or the snow falling so lazily down to the earth in the darkened, overcast world. The smell of the cold was something familiar to her, and she new that such days were soon and longed for them. "Dreamer?" She repeated the name. Cwmfen liked it, for it reminded her of an age old tradition. "A Warrior is always paired with a Dreamer." She knew that it was not the same, for Dreamer was his name, not an innate ability (at least, she did not believe it was). But she found this to be highly coincidental, and she did not believe in mere coincidence. The black wolf smiled at the thought.
"What made you leave your homeland—" Before she knew it, she had already asked the question; she had caught herself too late. She hoped that she had not tread upon thin ice, for she knew nothing of his history. The female knew that it was possible that his story was as dark as her own, and perhaps he did not want to say. Quietly, she tried to fix things with a, "I’m sorry, you don’t have to answer that," and a light smile, but if there was indeed thin ice, it was probably too late. The woad-banded aurals flattened against her head apologetically as she looked away, lowering her gaze. She let a silence fall, before she was able to drag her eyes from the trail directly ahead of her paws. She tried to direct the conversation back to the hunt.
"Where is this place that deer frequent?"
Hahah, me too~
500+
"I’d like that," she replied quietly. Cwmfen smiled brightly at the other male, returning his gesture. She liked to think that he was sincerely responding to her desires, that he sincerely wished to show her something new. But somewhere, she was wary, and she feared that he was merely being a polite and cordial host to a she-wolf that had sought him out. She sighed quietly at herself, for she often grew frustrated when she did not know how to read situations—but she wondered if anyone truly did. Of course, she knew that she was one who was not socially adept, and so she felt that she could do nothing but dismiss her frustration and ignorance. Experience would be the only way to remedy such a thing, if there was anything at all to remedy (she did not know). For now, she remained silent, pondering the possibilities of his words, needlessly perhaps, but at least she kept herself busy and alert.
The white orbs quickly passed over the bare trees about them. She peered through the naked obstacles with a calculating gaze, observing the open fields to which their paws carried them closer. The black female thought that she caught the scent of the ungulates, but it was brief upon the wind as they moved, and she was unsure, having not pursued the large prey creatures before. She wondered how close they were getting, and she was eager to stretch out her legs in a wild run with her heart pumping to the song of the hunt. The white orbs turned towards the dual coloured male, who had seemed to be deep in thought as she inquired about his origins. The she-wolf’s mind wondered briefly what he thought of—the hunt, perhaps, as her own mind currently considered. When he heard her, the pale blue gaze turned towards her. They seemed to consider her before she received an answer, and the white eyes gently met his gaze directly, trying to peer into him to understand.
A soft, serene smile spread across her maw as she listened to his reply. "Snow..." she breathed quietly, and the silent sound of its floating decent sounded in her mind. "It sounds like a beautiful place...." The black, woad-marked female loved the wintertime most, for she found nothing more beautiful than the land covered in newly fallen snow, or the snow falling so lazily down to the earth in the darkened, overcast world. The smell of the cold was something familiar to her, and she new that such days were soon and longed for them. "Dreamer?" She repeated the name. Cwmfen liked it, for it reminded her of an age old tradition. "A Warrior is always paired with a Dreamer." She knew that it was not the same, for Dreamer was his name, not an innate ability (at least, she did not believe it was). But she found this to be highly coincidental, and she did not believe in mere coincidence. The black wolf smiled at the thought.
"What made you leave your homeland—" Before she knew it, she had already asked the question; she had caught herself too late. She hoped that she had not tread upon thin ice, for she knew nothing of his history. The female knew that it was possible that his story was as dark as her own, and perhaps he did not want to say. Quietly, she tried to fix things with a, "I’m sorry, you don’t have to answer that," and a light smile, but if there was indeed thin ice, it was probably too late. The woad-banded aurals flattened against her head apologetically as she looked away, lowering her gaze. She let a silence fall, before she was able to drag her eyes from the trail directly ahead of her paws. She tried to direct the conversation back to the hunt.
"Where is this place that deer frequent?"