Mael didn't held his gaze to the reddish wolfess' face, knowing it was rather annoying. Instead, he locked his blue gaze at the sun, that was now almost vanished, a last trace of the strong orange that faded to a yellow and to a purple as the night's dark cloak covered the sky, crowed by the glowing stars. The stars blinked to him, and he smiled, knowing one of them held his little planet and, in it, his rose, that was waiting for him. It made his smile fade into an ashamed face. He shouldn't have left his rose so alone up there. That felt wrong, and he couldn't feel worse.
Soonly, the woods surrounded them, but cloudy thoughts blindeed him of the amazing beauty of the tender forest around the two wolves. Later, his thoughts were erased as his dilated pupils capted the image of a small house, which he supposed it was the female's destiny. She entered and threw him in the couch, but he didn't feel pain, but felt the smooth cloth and smiled, rubbing his cheeck in it, eyes shut in delight, and one of his ears flickered toward the woman's voice. "Svara? Hmm... That's a beautiful name!". He half opened them, and saw that they weren't alone. Near them, there was a yellowish/tan/whatever coloured female that looked at him with weird eyes.
Her phrase got him on short, his ears straight up in awareness. What?!, he thought, confused and deadly astonished. Were they cannibals or something like that? No. He looked at his eyes and saw it was rather a joke, but he could see she wasn't much of a gentle femme as well. She neared, her muzzle almost touching his, and he flinched, ears flat in his skull, tail shaking between his legs, lowering his head to her, scared wet eyes stared inside her somewhat hard green ones, afraid for his terribly short life. Her smile was sweet, but it somehow made her even more spooky. The husky mix swallowed air and said nothing but a faint ..."Svara?", not able to stretch a paw to tap her tail, appealing for her attention, but not sure if he should annoy her more than what he had already. As it seems, his questions seemed to bother her, and he felt like he had made enough question for her that day. He just kept frozen there, like a bird locked by a snake's eyes.