05-15-2008, 11:25 PM
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 The sound of rain had a way of swallowing almost everything else, and as Beppe stared resolutely across the ocean he didn't realize that there was another walking behind him. Water hitting stones made sounds like footsteps, and he had become accustomed to it. In this lazy state of being, the sound of real footfall was hidden.
What wasn't hidden, though, was the cry that escaped the younger wolf. The Italian boy twisted his body around to see what had uttered it, seeing a rather timid looking young girl. He didn't recognize her, and hadn't heard of his new room mate from either of his parents, and so for a moment he simply peered. The morning and the rain made him a bit confused.
"Hello," he said at length, gentle as ever. |