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He leant against the wall, still singing that well known tune of his kin. Strider tossed his head impatiently, but Frodo couldn't really do anything to speed things up. Eventually, he heard footsteps, and inhaling the air he found a scent that was quite familiar to him- it smelt of a female he had seen before. Maybe it was Liliana? It had to be; she was the only female wolf he had met so far. But no, as the door swung open it was a very different canine that he saw- a female he would have never expected to see. He had not seen her in such a long while, he was sure it was just his imagination when Ralla, of all people, stood excitedly in the doorway, speaking his name and asking what he was doing here.
"Ralla?" He spoke uneasily, trying to take in her form. He locked eyes on the femme that had stayed with his gypsy-family all that time ago, when he had been a young pup. It was her, though. There was no mistaking the almost star struck look in her eyes and the pale white pelt she bore.
"'Tis really you?" He studied her for the final time, meeting her gaze and scanning the obvious marking on her head. He knew her story- well, glimpses of it anyway. His family had often spoke of the runaway child that had escaped from her tribe. And yes, yes, he was sure it was Ralla now.
"'Tis you, isn't it?" He smiled widely, breaking into happy laughter. He outstretched his arms, taking a step closer and attempting to embrace his old friend in a joyful hug.
In answer to her question about what he was doing here, he shrugged and then frowned, pulling away and looking at the floor.
"I, uh. Long story. But, ah had no idea you were here! Ya spoke of comin', but, I didna know if ya would make it..."
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Top of tha mornin' to ya! .
Frodo Silvertongue
He leant against the wall, still singing that well known tune of his kin. Strider tossed his head impatiently, but Frodo couldn't really do anything to speed things up. Eventually, he heard footsteps, and inhaling the air he found a scent that was quite familiar to him- it smelt of a female he had seen before. Maybe it was Liliana? It had to be; she was the only female wolf he had met so far. But no, as the door swung open it was a very different canine that he saw- a female he would have never expected to see. He had not seen her in such a long while, he was sure it was just his imagination when Ralla, of all people, stood excitedly in the doorway, speaking his name and asking what he was doing here.
"Ralla?" He spoke uneasily, trying to take in her form. He locked eyes on the femme that had stayed with his gypsy-family all that time ago, when he had been a young pup. It was her, though. There was no mistaking the almost star struck look in her eyes and the pale white pelt she bore.
"'Tis really you?" He studied her for the final time, meeting her gaze and scanning the obvious marking on her head. He knew her story- well, glimpses of it anyway. His family had often spoke of the runaway child that had escaped from her tribe. And yes, yes, he was sure it was Ralla now.
"'Tis you, isn't it?" He smiled widely, breaking into happy laughter. He outstretched his arms, taking a step closer and attempting to embrace his old friend in a joyful hug.
It was quite normal that she had recognized him. He remembered his family teaching her some of their traditions, their songs. Frodo was also not that unnoticeable in the way he looked either- she was right in thinking that his fur had been dyed. In fact, his curly black base fur was quite natural, along with his ginger-topped head and reddish brown mane. Yet the golden streaks in his coat had been dyed into his fur as a puppy- each Gypsy was asked what markings they wanted to make themselves look unique and different, and the golden flecks had been chosen by Frodo.
In answer to her question about what he was doing here, he shrugged and then frowned, pulling away and looking at the floor.
"I, uh. Long story. But, ah had no idea you were here! Ya spoke of comin', but, I didna know if ya would make it..."
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