I'll be waiting here to meet you
She had laid down close to him and was waiting for an answer the next few silent seconds. It felt longer, and the female was obviously nervous. It was not he, but she that was the problem. He started moving about and the female closed her eyes, wondering if she was trying to put a distance to whatever would happen. A mental distance, she was not sure if this was something she could master. It was an odd sort of snuggle he set up. She could feel his warm body against her back, and a muzzle caressed her fur by the shoulder area. It had been a long time since she had been touched in general. She always felt unwanted, not needed, secretly despised. It probably was not as she believed, at least not fully as bad, but she could not help but being negative about herself. In a way, she guessed she had given up and just drifted along with whatever came. Like now. She had never let a stranger get so close.
He mumbled something into her fur, and she smiled, still with her eyes closed. It was not bad, this, but she was afraid he might would be wanting something more, something that she would definitely not have the guts to give him, unless forced. She let a few seconds pass, silently pondering what in the world she should say or do. Things were more complicated in the wolf forms. She also wanted to get away from the dirty floor, the whole scene felt too odd. ”Lets make ourselves more comfortable?” The majority of the wolves around these lands were luperci with the ability to change form, and she silently trusted this man was as well. She rolled halfway over, getting her legs under her, and opened her eyes again, platinum eyes twinkling at him, a crack coming from within her skeleton as she let her body shift into something less natural, but much more tactical.
Dying to meet you
