12-21-2008, 09:30 PM
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Heheh, Cwmfen is a little weird right now, OuO 500+ A bright smile crossed Cwmfen’s maw, for the dual-coloured male had smiled as well. There seemed to be a genuine quality about it, and she took note of it silently, having appreciated it as it had held something more than mere politeness. Thus far, Slay had shown her nothing save for civility, and for that she was glad. Her timid nature was relieved to find such characteristics, especially since she wished to get to know this pack member. But the warrior within her wished that somewhere within that black and white exterior, there was a vicious interior. The black female thought momentarily of the brown Lilium, whom she found to be ideally bellicose. Consciously, she was not aware of her searching, but the woad-maked female was in the stage of life that sought for that significant other. She was more than capable of living on her own, of defending herself, but deep inside, she longed for there to be another, someone that she could lean on. She heard his quiet murmur and responded with silence. She too felt that this would be an interesting hunt, and not only because she had never done something quite like this before. She hoped that she would be permitted to make something of this meeting. Yes, she was here to learn the ways of this hunt, but she was there also to create a bond with this pack member. Slay, Cwmfen concluded, was an interesting character. But she wondered if he had already been claimed, and if she even wanted to claim him. Smiling to herself, she remembered that nature had made the male to be the dominant one and that the male would do the claiming—if there was any to do. Inwardly, she chided herself from digressing from the task at hand. For now, she should be content with the hunt. And she was. Radiant raven. She laughed shyly, like the chiming of icicles in the winter. Shyly, she averted her white gaze, occupying herself with a distant tree. As the male rose, she studied his movements, finding them to be untroubled by the diseases of the bone, for he was as fluid as she was. Rising, the black female commented quietly. “I hope it won’t be too disappointing.” Smiling—almost sadly—she turned back towards the black and white male. Smiling, she remarked, “The weather is optimal for a hunt....” Hopefully, her supposition was not incorrect. The day was not too hot or too cold, at least to the white-eyed female. She herself had only found mice and rabbits, but then again, she had never really been looking for anything larger. A lone wolf had no need to hunt down an entire ungulate. A lone wolf did not even have the capabilities. It would be a long time since she tasted anything that even resembled deer—fresh, at least. Even at the pack meeting she had only eaten a piece of rabbit that had been passed to her. It was true that on her travels she had come across a carcass and had scavenged a meal, but that was not the same as hot meat. She thought then that they might not even be hunting deer.... Looking to the larger male, she asked “What type of fauna can be found in such weather at Dahlia de Mai?” She hoped that she was not boring him. She’d stick to the hunt for now before she would allow herself to wonder about the wolf himself.  |