08-04-2008, 10:50 AM
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Urma was almost prepared to turn around and hurry back to her den, when she spotted a pair of clear green eyes, contrasting against the brown-red quality of a coyote-like fur. It took a moment to place the familiarity of his features, but only that, a moment. The next she realised she was staring at Pilot's son. She could remember him from that night, her first night in Shadowed Sun, when Pilot had invited her into his home to save her from a cold and lonely night. She had seen this exact same pup, only then he had been asleep, so he probably had no idea she had ever been there, even for the couple of hours she had spent before getting cold feet and leaving.
The small wolf informed her that Pilot wasn't home. She tried to push the thoughts away from her-- where could Pilot be on such a storm? She felt gratitude wash over her as he invited her in, glad now to be able to get warm. It wasn't the fact that her fur was wet that was bothersome, it was the cold that had slowly crept into her bones. She crept into the den carefully, gratefully letting the warmth wash over her. "I'm sorry... I didn't imagine he would be away on such a weather." She looked around the den, only now realizing she had missed its welcoming air. "You're all alone? Must mean you're all grown up and responsible now," she said playfully. Pilot's son seemed very much like his father, in matter of attitude. It was the colour of his fur, so unlike Pilot's white coat, that puzzled her.
The small wolf informed her that Pilot wasn't home. She tried to push the thoughts away from her-- where could Pilot be on such a storm? She felt gratitude wash over her as he invited her in, glad now to be able to get warm. It wasn't the fact that her fur was wet that was bothersome, it was the cold that had slowly crept into her bones. She crept into the den carefully, gratefully letting the warmth wash over her. "I'm sorry... I didn't imagine he would be away on such a weather." She looked around the den, only now realizing she had missed its welcoming air. "You're all alone? Must mean you're all grown up and responsible now," she said playfully. Pilot's son seemed very much like his father, in matter of attitude. It was the colour of his fur, so unlike Pilot's white coat, that puzzled her.
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