08-10-2012, 08:40 PM
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Backwards steps were hardly noticed by Galleta in her ecstatic stupor, assuming only that she might have almost hit the other in some flail she hadn't meant to commit, any thoughts that she had given anything less than an entirely expected display were pushed farther out of her mind when the other female retraced her steps and regained the comfortable distance apart that two had been prior to Gal's outburst. When her rhetoric was answered with affirmation an easy smile spread on the canine's lips, or at least the animal equivalent, as she beamed at the other, finding perhaps more joy in her actions than the situation even required. "You're very nice," she stated, nodding, as the pack wolf noted that it would be her pleasure, and now Galleta could contentedly listen to whatever the female had to say, and it was only more good news in the foreigner's mind!
The delight on her face did not falter as it was pointed out that she had not quite crossed the borders into a pack, for if she had, Gal would have to seriously reconsider the capabilities of her nose! Packs did not tend to leave borders unmarked, and she could only assume that crossing one would be hard to miss. "Good, I didn't mean to get so close to your pack," by now her mind was on packs, something she was awfully curious about but always a bit to wary of to give a chance, "What's your pack like, anyways?" she asked, before she had lowered her head to find the trail of the vole, "Nevermind, you can tell me once we've gotten some prey," she decided, falling silent just in time for the larger female's joke, to which Gal allowed a moment of amused giggling, returning her attention to what she assumed was to be her momentary mentor. Oh, how she felt like a pup! It was surprising she wasn't simply dying of embarrassment as she asked for help hunting, of all things!
With puppy-esque eyes full of wonder and eagerness to learn Galleta gawked at the fellow wolf, clearly hanging on every word that was spoken, and quickly falling in behind the other as she moved around the base of the mountain. Stealth was a natural forte for the Mexican wolf, her rather petite sized lent itself enough to quiet steps as anything else she might do, and so it was no hard task for her silently trail along. When the Issor stopped to sniff the ground, so did Gal. When she commented on the wind change and looked into the oncoming breeze, Gal did so as well, and thankfully it brought with it the scent of prey! The excitement was clearly just spilling over the edges of the tiny lass, perhaps her over-enthusiasm was one of her downfalls, it could certainly contribute to her premature attacks. "Right," she whispered, to acknowledge the command, and so she waited for the other's lead, it definitely played to Gal's strength to have someone's command to follow.
Backwards steps were hardly noticed by Galleta in her ecstatic stupor, assuming only that she might have almost hit the other in some flail she hadn't meant to commit, any thoughts that she had given anything less than an entirely expected display were pushed farther out of her mind when the other female retraced her steps and regained the comfortable distance apart that two had been prior to Gal's outburst. When her rhetoric was answered with affirmation an easy smile spread on the canine's lips, or at least the animal equivalent, as she beamed at the other, finding perhaps more joy in her actions than the situation even required. "You're very nice," she stated, nodding, as the pack wolf noted that it would be her pleasure, and now Galleta could contentedly listen to whatever the female had to say, and it was only more good news in the foreigner's mind!The delight on her face did not falter as it was pointed out that she had not quite crossed the borders into a pack, for if she had, Gal would have to seriously reconsider the capabilities of her nose! Packs did not tend to leave borders unmarked, and she could only assume that crossing one would be hard to miss. "Good, I didn't mean to get so close to your pack," by now her mind was on packs, something she was awfully curious about but always a bit to wary of to give a chance, "What's your pack like, anyways?" she asked, before she had lowered her head to find the trail of the vole, "Nevermind, you can tell me once we've gotten some prey," she decided, falling silent just in time for the larger female's joke, to which Gal allowed a moment of amused giggling, returning her attention to what she assumed was to be her momentary mentor. Oh, how she felt like a pup! It was surprising she wasn't simply dying of embarrassment as she asked for help hunting, of all things!
With puppy-esque eyes full of wonder and eagerness to learn Galleta gawked at the fellow wolf, clearly hanging on every word that was spoken, and quickly falling in behind the other as she moved around the base of the mountain. Stealth was a natural forte for the Mexican wolf, her rather petite sized lent itself enough to quiet steps as anything else she might do, and so it was no hard task for her silently trail along. When the Issor stopped to sniff the ground, so did Gal. When she commented on the wind change and looked into the oncoming breeze, Gal did so as well, and thankfully it brought with it the scent of prey! The excitement was clearly just spilling over the edges of the tiny lass, perhaps her over-enthusiasm was one of her downfalls, it could certainly contribute to her premature attacks. "Right," she whispered, to acknowledge the command, and so she waited for the other's lead, it definitely played to Gal's strength to have someone's command to follow.
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