There Is A Train That's Heading Straight

Wolf Like Me - TV on the Radio

BIC:: The memories where there. Lingering to this land like a curse. Obito could smell them, taste them. Pain flowed thick here, he was sure. A scent would roll across his nose, and he would look to see the timber female, scars across her nose and mismatched eyes. His head would cock to the side a little as she approached and sized him up. There was something about her. Something regal. Something royal. Something right. She carried herself with a manor that asked for respect to be shown to her. Which was a notion that brought a smile to one side of the male's face. It was decided almost at once, that he liked this female. Raising up on his paws, the ruthlessly talk wolf would come up to his full forty inch height at the shoulder. Turning to better face the woman, he would take a step to close the gap between them some. Obito was born of both Zaraidd blood and Folami blood. He was of the highest possible pedigree. His broad shoulders, powerful legs, and general stature displayed this. He moved with graceful steps, his head high and chest forward.

Stopping a respectable distance between the two of them, he would place one paw forward the lower his head in a slow, deliberate bow. She carried herself like one who wished for respect, and so he would obey. Simply because her presentation was flawless and had brought a grin to his face. It was nice to see another wolf every now and again who was of as high a birth as him. Refreshing. The mutts hadn't quite taken over just yet. Royalty still existed. Bringing his head back up, he would settled once again on his rump, facing the water's edge. Ah, but what to call her that might be subtle enough, the Folami wondered. After a moment's concederation, he finally addressed her. Greetings, my Malkia. Fancy meeting a wolf so grand as yourself this late at night." His youth was betrayed by his voice.

This wasn't like the other woman. Avalon. Avalon had had a story to tell. This woman, she had a story still being written. And deep, family ties. He could taste in on her scent. It actually brought a puzzled look to his maw. She had a royal scent, as he did. But she also lacked a pack scent, as he did. He had a reason for his. He wondered what hers was. "Forgive me for asking, Malkia. But wouldn't a wolf so grand as yourself be within a pack?" It was a simple question with a very complicated answer. But the male had nothing better to do, and she'd made it clear there would be no trouble among them.