Word Count » 438 :: Two words: I fail. -_- Ran out of ideas for what to write next.
Slade had to admit, he was glad to hear that he wasn't the only canine around who did the most clumsy things. They still weren't even, since Slade could name three ridiculous things off the top of his head that he had done after joining Cercatori d'Arte.
Before he had the chance to get too ashamed from thinking about it, the sky opened up and it began to rain. He didn't mind this change of weather until Deirdre pointed out that he had a pack that he might want to be getting back to. Somehow this thought didn't make him anxious; in fact, it almost made him feel guilty. From what he had said about his life in the pack, he must have given Deirdre the notion that he enjoyed being in Cercatori d'Arte. Would he be lying to say that he did? Granted, he knew a few scattered canines in the pack, even if he didn't consider any of them real friends. To be completely honest, life as it was now lonely, even for an introverted coyote like Slade; he felt bad for giving Deirdre the wrong idea.
He was spared having to answer when the wolf talked about how she had always loved reading. She also mentioned humans. Slade didn't know much about these so-called "humans". In fact, he had only been told that humans made everything that a non-Luperci like himself wouldn't normally use, like books and horses... well, something like that. He had never cared enough to really think about it; as far as he knew for certain, humans were nothing but animals that had only existed in the imagination, and Luperci had created everything unnatural.
Slade got an opportunity to talk after Deirdre once again reminded him that, if this storm didn't pass, he'd be in her den for a while. He didn't want to sound like he didn't care about his pack, but he didn't want to make it sound like he hated being here, either. He didn't want to give Deirdre the impression that he didn't care to be with her... wait, what? She didn't seem like a sensitive kind of wolf who would burst into tears if he disagreed with her on something.
Shaking his head, he finally came up with the simple answer of "'Course not. It's not too cramped in here." Slade couldn't help but let some confusion into his voice; why was Deirdre just standing at the entrance and staring into oblivion? It sounded like it was still raining. When she turned and smiled it almost made him jump from the sudden movement. "D-Deirdre? You feeling okay?"
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