A lot like the wind
07-06-2017, 11:40 PM
The girl had never been to the East before, but with the coming of spring, she craved something different than the unending and dismal white cover of the North. She wanted to see all the colours of the world, and she knew those were limited in the place she'd been born. Here in the East, things had already proven very interesting and different. Now she'd come across these hot pools of water. While she had seen different forms of hot water in the North, they hadn't been approachable or safe to enter. This was different. She grinned in amusement to herself as she dipped her paw in one of the pools, feeling the warmth but not feeling scalded. Why, she could almost jump right in if she fancied it; and she could come out soaking wet and not freeze to death, too. She was tempted, and thought she might just do it.
But before she could make a dive into the steaming pool of water, she spotted a large, dark figure through the steam. So far she couldn't recognize it - she didn't think it was Mara - but then again, she couldn't really see clearly. "Hey!" she barked, nails digging into the stone surrounding the water, "Who's there!?" Her silver, emerald-specked gaze was narrowed as she peered through the mist, waiting to see if the wolf would show themselves. If not, she intended on going to them.
But before she could make a dive into the steaming pool of water, she spotted a large, dark figure through the steam. So far she couldn't recognize it - she didn't think it was Mara - but then again, she couldn't really see clearly. "Hey!" she barked, nails digging into the stone surrounding the water, "Who's there!?" Her silver, emerald-specked gaze was narrowed as she peered through the mist, waiting to see if the wolf would show themselves. If not, she intended on going to them.
07-08-2017, 07:30 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-09-2017, 12:43 PM by Bluemoon.)
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07-08-2017, 09:03 PM
As she waited, wondering if she should just make the first move and go to the other wolf, it became apparent that the other was indeed coming to her. Obviously he didn't want to get away, although he was oddly quiet as he approached, not a word slipping past his lips. She shrugged to herself, examining his large frame, noticing that he appeared to be about her age, although he was much, much taller than she was. Interesting. She was somewhat jealous of his stature, but she knew her height and light structure was not something she could change. She'd just have to accept herself as she was, although she wasn't sure the feelings of envy would ever leave. As she scented the air, she noticed a pack scent upon him, and wondered where he was from.
"Cat got your tongue?" she asked, poking fun at his silence and seemingly quiet nature, "I can tell you're from a pack, but this place isn't your home. Where do you come from?" It was a simple way to get introduced, and her gray ears perked forward as she listened for his response. She leaned in, assuming his voice was going to be rather soft with how quiet he'd been so far.
"Cat got your tongue?" she asked, poking fun at his silence and seemingly quiet nature, "I can tell you're from a pack, but this place isn't your home. Where do you come from?" It was a simple way to get introduced, and her gray ears perked forward as she listened for his response. She leaned in, assuming his voice was going to be rather soft with how quiet he'd been so far.
07-09-2017, 02:09 PM
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07-10-2017, 12:49 AM
Watching him carefully but subtly as she glanced between him and the many hot pools surrounding them, she noticed his brows furrow. He didn't seem amused by her comment meant to poke fun, but she couldn't exactly tell what he was thinking. His expression was not very telling, except to say 'not amused'. Whether he was angry, hurt or confused was beyond her. However, he did answer her question without any reluctance, and she mimicked the name of the pack he'd mentioned, letting the name roll off her tongue softly. So, there was a pack in the East called Fiori, huh? She'd never heard of it. But then again, there was much she hadn't heard of, since she'd spent so much time alone after her family split apart and the pack she'd been born to was disbanded.
His next statement caused her to grin slightly and exaggeratedly roll her silver eyes. "Well, duh!" she said with a huff, white-tipped tail flicking from one side to the other, "That's because I've never been around here before. I come from the North; it's my first time so far east." She knew she was being insensitive. Was she going too far? In a way, she didn't care, but something told her to ease up a little bit. Sighing, she padded a little closer and looked up at him, seating herself in front of the tall boy. "Sorry if I'm a little cranky," she said, although she knew she was lying - she'd poked fun at him and gave him a hard time on purpose, "I haven't eaten or slept in a while." That part was true. She'd only gotten a few hours of shut eye, startled awake from a nightmare and plunged into the loneliness of her day-to-day life.
After her apology, she stood again and moved toward the edge of the pool she'd been near, reaching out a paw once more toward the warm water's lightly churning surface. As she played around with it, she looked to the boy again. "My name is Saffron," she introduced herself, "Like I said, I'm from the North... the pack I was born in is long gone, though, so I've been on my own for quite some time." Her green-specked eyes searched his duo-toned gaze, curious about him for some reason, wanting to get to know him a little bit, to perhaps find out why he seemed so quiet. Though not all wolves liked to talk a lot, she would wait for him to speak, gray ears flicking in his direction.
His next statement caused her to grin slightly and exaggeratedly roll her silver eyes. "Well, duh!" she said with a huff, white-tipped tail flicking from one side to the other, "That's because I've never been around here before. I come from the North; it's my first time so far east." She knew she was being insensitive. Was she going too far? In a way, she didn't care, but something told her to ease up a little bit. Sighing, she padded a little closer and looked up at him, seating herself in front of the tall boy. "Sorry if I'm a little cranky," she said, although she knew she was lying - she'd poked fun at him and gave him a hard time on purpose, "I haven't eaten or slept in a while." That part was true. She'd only gotten a few hours of shut eye, startled awake from a nightmare and plunged into the loneliness of her day-to-day life.
After her apology, she stood again and moved toward the edge of the pool she'd been near, reaching out a paw once more toward the warm water's lightly churning surface. As she played around with it, she looked to the boy again. "My name is Saffron," she introduced herself, "Like I said, I'm from the North... the pack I was born in is long gone, though, so I've been on my own for quite some time." Her green-specked eyes searched his duo-toned gaze, curious about him for some reason, wanting to get to know him a little bit, to perhaps find out why he seemed so quiet. Though not all wolves liked to talk a lot, she would wait for him to speak, gray ears flicking in his direction.