The reddish male felt his eyes widen lightly at her question. He wasnt really sure if he was staying there for sure or not. A second of reflection made him even more confuse.
The scent of those lands was warm and welcoming, though the chilling weather. The trees seemed like wanted to hug his soul, and even with those creepy and dead branches, it was in the good sense of simple friendship. the cold breeze blew through his fur and mane like featherly fingers brushing them tenderly. It felt so good. The wandering m,ale had never felt that sensation in a place before. Everything he had experienced never felt that right. Everywhere he had been never semed so perfect for him, never fitting him. And now, it seemed like the place wanted him to stay more than ever.
That moment also felt the longest of his life. Should he really stay?
Now, his frozen paws touched the smooth texture of a wooden floor, and it broke his concentration. As his mind quickly recognized the place, the adult also noticed he had left the female without an answer. How rude! Punishing himself inside, the red wolf sat on one of the chair available, right in front of the host woman, and his pearly blue eyes watched as she lit the fire.
Speaking again, she commented about rules to be followed, and his serious side quicked in. Why, that much was to be expected. he nodded mechanically to her, his face hard and composed. "Why, that is the least I can do. After all, how can some do such things... Recklessly gross, to say the least." He spoke, the deep voice harsh in disapproval. Yes, he had already experienced such cases before. His gypsies friends were all so welcoming, and so many had betrayed their trust with such awful gestures. Anger rose on his mind, buthe sure shoke them off. His eyes smoothed once again from the hard, ice cold expression they had held a few seconds before.
Remembering her question from before, the rusty male stared to the window, the window blowing skinny branches to the glass, like clawing hands, begging to go in. A glance to the floor, and he shivered the remainning cold from the outside, letting the cozy atmosphere sink into his body. So good...
"Ma'am, do you think the land can talk to you?" he asked, feeling it was a bit too bold. "I mean, do you believe it could choose you instead of the other way around?" He completed the question from before, his eyes shinning in the warm light of the fire.
It was weird, but the gypsies had taught him there was more that met the mortal eyes. They were not alone in the world, and that there were things that science was just too young to explaine. Things such spirits, the soul, paranormal, and other things like that. Spirituality was all around them, and he could feel it more than ever in those lands. Like that constant presence, just a tender whisper he could notice time to time when admiring a beatiful sunset or the landscape, was now more alive than ever. A heartbeat, voices that came with the breeze.
No, he didn't have any paranormal skills or such things. It was something that he had grew open to with the years. Anyone could do it if they allow theirselves to. After growing so bounded with the land he wandered on, it now came easily to the red male. Not to the level of a shaman, a guru or such spiritual ranks. Just... a tender noticion of those existences.
His eyes sank deeply into hers, trying to find the answer on them. It was obvious on them, though. She did believed, almost like it was part of her. But it had not always been. What did happen to her to change her perception? His sharp curiosity hit hard on him, like a blade, piercing thousands of questions like a torrent. The male bit his tongue to hold the questions. The one that still hang on the air was enough for now.