bright beads and woven dreams
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It was a light breeze that bore new scents along with it that broke Rizuka of her trance, hazel eyes glancing up to only come upon what appeared to be a wolf in appearance. Caught by surprise of the fact that he had gotten so close to her without her even realising Rizu tensed up, snapping the string that held her beads together as she had been playing absently with it, sending her bright colored memory to scatter on the forest floor. Reaching out her hand to brace herself on a nearby tree as she lost balance and stumbled back she gazed down with a mixed look crossing her features; namely a frown as she considered picking up what remained of her only keep sake. Instead she looked to the caramel and crimson male who wore the form of a wolf. "Hey," she said rather tentatively, her ears flattening as she continued to rest her hand on the cool bark of the tree.

"Do you, um," she began, looking toward where this stranger might have come from, "do you belong to the pack here?" Rizuka questioned, rather asking then guessing by scent if he was part of the pack that she wandered the borders of or not. She felt awkward having to ask such a thing, for she had never been faced with such a situation before, and she quickly hugged herself, rubbing her arms as she looked on with hazel eyes that had started to border on olive, seeming as if they wished to blend in with their surroundings as she wished to do so as well. It was quite unlike Rizuka to be so unsure of a situation, but it seemed there was a first time for everything.
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