06-21-2009, 10:36 PM
As Willow's thoughts started to drift off from her brother's memory and to something more pleasant, the presence of another wolf struck her. The scent proved it was a male from the Crimson Dreams pack. Raising from the rotting bench, Willow wandered over towards the wolf. Once he was in view, she saw his fur was mostly white, with stains of a brownish red. Assuming from all the scar that riddled his body, it was bloodstained. A shiver barley crawled down Willow's spine. Maybe approaching him was not the best idea. But Willow quickly shook that thought away. Maybe he was stronger, but with her speed (and the dagger she had strapped to her thigh), Willow could probably avoid harm.
Walking over to the male calmly, Willow smiled to him. Though it would be difficult to tell, Willow was still on guard. You'd have to do something terribly wrong to get as many scars as this male had. Finally, once she was about two yards away, she said, "Hello. I'm Willow. You are...?" As she spoke, Willow watched for any sign of anger, shock, or intent of attack. She wouldn't let him have any advantage against her. That was for sure. If he was going to attack her, she'd have a clue beforehand.
Walking over to the male calmly, Willow smiled to him. Though it would be difficult to tell, Willow was still on guard. You'd have to do something terribly wrong to get as many scars as this male had. Finally, once she was about two yards away, she said, "Hello. I'm Willow. You are...?" As she spoke, Willow watched for any sign of anger, shock, or intent of attack. She wouldn't let him have any advantage against her. That was for sure. If he was going to attack her, she'd have a clue beforehand.