Keep Marching On

Verloren · 07-24-2011, 06:13 PM

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WC:345 - OOC --
"(German)",, English
Table by Kitty

A new rustling echoed through the sleepy forest and Verloren perked her ears toward the sound, however made no attempt to stand. Maybe she just didn’t care what mysterious creature was heading her way. In reality, it was the familiar pack scent that wafted on the cool air that kept her from becoming alarmed. Knowing this she didn’t bother to break her teary stare at the crippled leaf just inches from her nose. Even as he asked if she was hurt she didn’t respond. It wasn’t because she didn’t understand, for she’d quickly learned plenty of English in the few months she’d been at Nova to know what he said. She just wanted her moment of acting like a total baby.

After a few seconds her golden orbs quickly glanced up at the crimson dyed wolf, as if she were checking that he was actually there and her mind was not simply playing tricks on her. They returned back to the ground with a pondering expression and she finally gathered her legs and sat up. Still unwilling to fully look up at the male she quietly muttered, “No.” The word didn’t hold as much of her German accent though it was uttered on an uncharacteristically heavy note even for English.

Ignoring the odd sound her dry throat brought she finally allowed her eyes to drift to her pack mate’s face. She could see a weariness in his deep blue eyes and softly beat her tail against the broken leaves behind her. She may have been upset herself but puppy folly couldn’t stay away long. Though, she found herself unable to manage her usual sweet little smile and even felt the weakness in her tail’s efforts.

But, she tried not to let the defeat show and puffed up her chest with an air of confidence. Pulling her ears erect she calmly added in her usual accent, “I’m fine.” It was really all just a show and she really was in need of help. But, before she admitted it to him she'd play a card of poise.

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