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Kansas could not clearly see what was going on within the barn, as the shadows concealed everything that wasn't directly ahead of the entrance. The girl and hedgehog had disappeared into the darkness, where a cry and some rustling of hay sounded. Brows knit together and the boy shook his head, confused, wondering what the strange pair was doing. The femme was young, perhaps not even adolescent — one thing Kansas knew about children was that they did things that appeared odd to adults. Enya and her hedgehog were likely fooling around in the hay for reasons he couldn't possibly guess. The simplest antics of children were often misunderstood, which the Sadira tried to recall whenever he was around them. Young ones deserved to have an adult who understood their mystery.
He waited patiently, hoping the Cadet would grow curious and come out of the dark. Her hedgehog was apparently ahead of her, for after a few moments, the small creature appeared in the half-light. It watched Kansas, perhaps trying to decide whether he was safe or not — all the while, the ivory-shaded wolf stood still with a half-smiling expression. The critter reached its verdict and waddled toward him, with beady eyes and pointed nose that Kansas found quite adorable. Hey, little man, he said softly, lowering his head to sniff the hedgehog, his motion deliberate lest he startle the little creature.
Kansas stood up straight once more, watching the girl who had now emerged into his view. The taut nod and silence puzzled him, for usually wolves her age were more talkative. The snowy brute didn't feel as if he appeared threatening — he tried to keep his body language loose and purposeful, his smile ever present and lighthearted. He wondered both about what she thought of him and about her strange lack of words. It was rare to see such a young wolf with no parents nearby. Where had she come from? Perhaps she had been alone for some time, which would explain her wariness. I'm Kansas, our pack's Colonel, he said gently, taking a step forward into the barn and sitting upon his haunches. And you're Enya?
Kansas could not clearly see what was going on within the barn, as the shadows concealed everything that wasn't directly ahead of the entrance. The girl and hedgehog had disappeared into the darkness, where a cry and some rustling of hay sounded. Brows knit together and the boy shook his head, confused, wondering what the strange pair was doing. The femme was young, perhaps not even adolescent — one thing Kansas knew about children was that they did things that appeared odd to adults. Enya and her hedgehog were likely fooling around in the hay for reasons he couldn't possibly guess. The simplest antics of children were often misunderstood, which the Sadira tried to recall whenever he was around them. Young ones deserved to have an adult who understood their mystery.
He waited patiently, hoping the Cadet would grow curious and come out of the dark. Her hedgehog was apparently ahead of her, for after a few moments, the small creature appeared in the half-light. It watched Kansas, perhaps trying to decide whether he was safe or not — all the while, the ivory-shaded wolf stood still with a half-smiling expression. The critter reached its verdict and waddled toward him, with beady eyes and pointed nose that Kansas found quite adorable. Hey, little man, he said softly, lowering his head to sniff the hedgehog, his motion deliberate lest he startle the little creature.
Kansas stood up straight once more, watching the girl who had now emerged into his view. The taut nod and silence puzzled him, for usually wolves her age were more talkative. The snowy brute didn't feel as if he appeared threatening — he tried to keep his body language loose and purposeful, his smile ever present and lighthearted. He wondered both about what she thought of him and about her strange lack of words. It was rare to see such a young wolf with no parents nearby. Where had she come from? Perhaps she had been alone for some time, which would explain her wariness. I'm Kansas, our pack's Colonel, he said gently, taking a step forward into the barn and sitting upon his haunches. And you're Enya?