twist and shout, checkers and sunrises

[Dawali Amara]

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Word Count: 312 The sounds of conversation would have reached his white-furred ears had he not been so deeply involved in his thoughts instead, moving as a robot would along the path, if a robot had ever existed to walk that same strip of land. So focused on all of his inward process was he, in fact, that more than once he nearly tripped over some ill-placed root across the path, although fate was kind and spared him the humiliation. However, when the sound of a familiar voice broke through the tranquility of his mind, the grown wolf started, uttering a brisk sound of displeasure and turning hastily in the direction of the voice. In moments he knew who it was, and remembered that not only had she made sound, she'd also spoken his name and several other words. Getting himself together, the male wondered for a moment why this girl did not frighten him like the other females did. Perhaps because she seemed to take an easy liking to.. well, anyone? He stood still for a moment, taking in his startlement and doing something with it, before looking at the female and offering her a response. Oh, hi Catherine. I'm.. eh, I'm good, thanks. He was awkward now, but not because of normal reasons. He had displayed his weak side to this member, someone he barely knew, despite having run into her several times. His head nodded as he spoke, and both arms hung limply along his sides, as if doing something with them would hurt him. Remembering Catherine's injury during the pack hunt (or more like their two-person hunt), he glanced to her arm to see a wound healing, but still there. Opening his mouth he hastily asked her about it, eager to lead the inevitable conversation onto something, rather than risk the silence in the aftermath of his shock. How's the arm?

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