[/html]The compliment was not anticipated, and it caused the shy wolf to merely smile as the heat from a fur-hidden blush washed over his face. Only the insides of his ears grew redder, and he would be lucky if Trent did not notice that small change. A Thanks came awkwardly from his throat, but he could not stop it where in other situations he would have just remained very silent.
Alder was one that could fine happiness and contentment in silence. In his puphood he had more willing spoken to the small creatures around him, such as birds and even insects at times. Of course they did not answer back, either not understanding his higher speech or just wishing not to recognize an annoying puppy. He had come to enjoy the quiet, not so much finding it lonely rather then another sort of companion. Yet he was happy to answer the others question, glad that there was an opening to begin a true conversation. He had found it hard to do that very thing.
South of here. My pack is Cour des Miracles, settled along the southern shore... We're pretty friendly. He added the last bit awkwardly. He had already noted that Trent was a lone wolf, no pack was written in the lines of his scent. Hints of other wolfs could be caught, but it was not what Alder wore. At times he smelled of bother the Court and the Dreamers, for he visited his mother often in her pack lands. Are you on your way to visit a pack? AniWaya perhaps? They are just west of here. Alder knew not why he had asked that question nor why he had even brought up AniWaya. He cleared his throat, and looked back at the fire as a dark furred hand rose to touch his neck. He held the sun pendant that hung there, feeling rather silly.
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