06-28-2010, 09:04 PM
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sorry to make you wait. 300+
He wished that there was something he could do to relax her. Anxiety was creeping up inside of him, on account of the smaller female. He never liked to make others uncomfortable, especially not young ones. It would undoubtedly take a moment for the male to grow accustomed to her, and learn that her sullenness was his fault. Still, when she looked into his eyes, and quickly let her own gaze flicker away like dying flames, he felt terribly. He wondered what she had seen in his eyes, in his face, that daunted her.
He stayed back, feeling that forwardness would only increase her discomfort — if, indeed, discomfort was the correct feeling he sensed in her aura. When she looked in his direction once more, her eyes never again ventured toward his, and this he gave her, too.
His smile weakened, but she caught his attention with the movement of her paw. Curiously, she pushed hay aside, dust rising from the floor of the barn as she did so. Then, she did something that shocked to white wolf. Her paw began to make a marking in the earth, the shapes wide and clear with the guidance of her foot. She was writing a note to him. Perhaps this was the best way for her to communicate with him, at least right now. He was on the verge of leaving her in peace with her spiny little friend, not wanting to intrude upon them any more than the slighter wolfess wished. This gave him an opportunity, and he cautiously ceased it. Kansas looked in her direction, inhaling in relief. He stretched his own snowy paw to the place just below her not, and traced awkwardly his reply, the letters he created much for scratchy than her own, for his writing was not the neatest. Yes. I love books.
He wished that there was something he could do to relax her. Anxiety was creeping up inside of him, on account of the smaller female. He never liked to make others uncomfortable, especially not young ones. It would undoubtedly take a moment for the male to grow accustomed to her, and learn that her sullenness was his fault. Still, when she looked into his eyes, and quickly let her own gaze flicker away like dying flames, he felt terribly. He wondered what she had seen in his eyes, in his face, that daunted her.
He stayed back, feeling that forwardness would only increase her discomfort — if, indeed, discomfort was the correct feeling he sensed in her aura. When she looked in his direction once more, her eyes never again ventured toward his, and this he gave her, too.
His smile weakened, but she caught his attention with the movement of her paw. Curiously, she pushed hay aside, dust rising from the floor of the barn as she did so. Then, she did something that shocked to white wolf. Her paw began to make a marking in the earth, the shapes wide and clear with the guidance of her foot. She was writing a note to him. Perhaps this was the best way for her to communicate with him, at least right now. He was on the verge of leaving her in peace with her spiny little friend, not wanting to intrude upon them any more than the slighter wolfess wished. This gave him an opportunity, and he cautiously ceased it. Kansas looked in her direction, inhaling in relief. He stretched his own snowy paw to the place just below her not, and traced awkwardly his reply, the letters he created much for scratchy than her own, for his writing was not the neatest. Yes. I love books.