that moment

Foxglove Monroe · 01-27-2012, 02:36 PM

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Foxglove smiled timidly at the praise, hoping that it was sincere. Giving away scarves that were nothing short of overly abundant to her was nothing, but the response mattered greatly to her, and it seemed as if Eclipse truly appreciated the gift. In these troubled times, the blonde hybrid sought approval and acceptance from those around her, and already the Ichikan had shown her such hospitality that she did not expect she could ever receive again in the tribe. They had some things in common, as well, their birth places matching and their lives not matching the standard for most families. Naturally, Foxglove was not privy to this bit of information, but she felt a kinship with the earthen-toned female. It was more than she could say for the tribe.

Regretfully, Foxglove shook her head at the question. She had not lived in Dahlia de Mai for long before her mother had taken them away from this area, and she had been a troubled pup, unable to handle many social situations. Her affliction, so similar to her mother’s, had been difficult for her to handle when she was young and she had only truly begun to accept it when she had begun to travel with the gypsies; they had helped her immensely. “I’m sorry, I did not know the leader... We left when I was young, and my mother was not very socialable.” The way that Eclipse spoke made it seem as if her father was no longer a constant in her life, either dead or missing, perhaps. Maybe he had never truly been involved in her life at all, as Niro had never been involved in hers, though that was nothing she blamed him for.

Her life would have been drastically different if she had stayed in Dahlia de Mai, or if she had chosen to live in the Miracles pack with her father. She certainly would never have been a member of the tribe, and so things would never have come to her imprisonment and pain. Still, though, she had met some interesting wolves in the tribe and she had learned quite a bit, both good and bad. Perhaps she never would have learned to enjoy scouting if she had not become a member of the tribe; it had been her wanderer’s heart that drove her towards that profession, but it suited her well and she would never regret the choice. She had met many others that way.

It was then that her eyes narrowed only a fraction as she studied the wolf, light pink nose searching for the female’s scent over the charred scent of the burning logs and the fire. The color of her fur was strangely familiar, and those eyes were not the most common of colors. “Did you ever… Visit AniWaya, or come there?” She could not recall ever meeting Eclipse in Dahlia de Mai, clearly, but there was something familiar about her: her scent, her fur, but most particularly, her strange eyes. Perhaps she had seen her in passing some time.

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