ooc: muse = poo D: sorry for the wait! sswm: 379
She sat in solitude for a few more moments without the muse for words to escape her, before a Technicolor canine appeared out of the corner of her eye. The woman didn’t pay much attention though, as she knew that whoever it was would head her way soon. A light sprinkling of snow drifted from above the earth as this unknown person approached. Assuming that it was a male from her neighbouring pack, due to his masculine form and appearance her face lifted slightly with a tweak of desire, a cheeky smile prying up her delicately fragile maw. It wasn’t until the male sat down very close beside her and she felt his warmth that she realised how much she missed the physical contact and socialising that she had been received in the past. She didn’t mind how close he was to her; in fact she turned her head towards his and offered him a beautiful smile, with a brush away of her crimson hair she uncovered dazzling gold velvet eyes and lifted her voice to his first question.
”Much better now that I have some company” with a small arm movement she offered her bottle of whiskey for the second query shortly after, and inclined herself to rest her head against his shoulder, feeling his warmth against her ivory cheek bone she realised how cold she had been, almost like a ice queen, a frozen statue not inclined to share or receive heat, oh how she missed that contact. ”So tell me mysterious man, may I know your name?” Eyes gazed out to the increasing strength of snowfall, it was far too late to start heading back now, and besides why not give poor Conor a break from constant nursing – the poor man would burst under the pressure of governing a pack at such a what she saw young age one of these days. She would stay here and live out the rest of the evening with this charming young man, well he seemed friendly enough and she desired to sleep out under the stars for a change and brace the environment she was so used too before she had fallen. Curiously her eyes reached up to his with a slight turn of head and awaited his reaction.
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