No problem about the wait, I have to apologise now, we lost our internet connection for a few days, it's all been a little hectic, I'm sorry. WC: 590
The young patchwork girl was not the kind of creature to know a lot about love, well not at least romantic love; she loved her parents and her siblings dearly and every time she looked at Liam she got a funny squiggly feeling in her stomach, but up until now she was not sure what romantic love was supposed to feel like. She was too young and naive to have anyone to fall in love with her, or vice versa, nor had she felt the pain of losing someone that she had loved. She was still in the happy bubble of childhood, feeling nothing more serious than happiness and mild sadness, everything still had a rosy glow about it, one of the more wonderful moments of youth. The young female could not help but think about Liam as she sat hiding in the pile of leaves though, she could not place a finger upon why she was thinking about him; sure she enjoyed his company, his friendship, why on earth that did she get that funny warmth in her stomach whenever she thought about him? She had no idea what it was, she had wondered if she was ill at first, she had once had a stomach upset which had started with a funny fluttering in her stomach, but the feeling had never developed into being poorly and it did not feel the same as when she was ill; so what on earth could it be? She had never felt that way about another wolf; she loved her brother, her sister, her parents and her uncle, she loved Scarlett, her horse and she did love Liam, but just in a friendly way, right? The little female wrinkled her dark nose as she thought about this, she did not like being confused; the small female had always been calm and in control over situations, in her playful adventures she was always the leader, she did not like feeling something that she could not explain, that made no sense to her in the slightest, no she did not like that at all.
The small girl was happy to suddenly have the distraction of a male coming into view, a pale pelted male, her tail began to wag a little and the grin spread across her face, so wide that it almost split her face in two. He seemed to be deep in thought, that was even better, that meant that he was not going to notice her crouched in the leaves not far away from him at all. As he got closer the small female caught his scent, it was obvious that he was a member of the pack, this made Robin feel even more at ease, she was a happy and trusting creature by nature, but since all of the issues with the war she was becoming a little less trusting; she had almost been kidnapped after all and she had had to help fight off two guardians to defend the borders. The wolves of the pack could not be too careful at this time, that could let someone unfriendly into the lands. The small female grinned though, this was a member of the pack and a distracted one at that, her tail began to wag as she geared up to jump out at him. She leapt out with a loud cry of “Boo!” Grinning as the male jumped into the air.
"Hi there, I'm Robin, who're you?" She asked in her usual friendly tone, her tail wagging as she spoke.
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