Don't wanna stay, don't wanna go
09-11-2015, 07:32 PM
Esarosa was not disappointed when the she-wolf admitted she was not one of Threar's leaders. She had hoped to get a good idea of what the wolves were like here, and that meant meeting more than just the leader. Before she could say anything, the snowy woman let out a song to beckon the leaders. Esa smiled and nodded her thanks. "Thank you," she said in a friendly tone, wagging her tail, "I was hoping I'd meet a few of the pack wolves anyways, so I'm glad you came." When the other lady sat down to wait for the arrival of the alphas, Esa decided to sit as well, curving her tail around her paws. She could see the awkward uncertainty on the she-wolf's face when the ebony loner offered the gift she brought. Esa shuffled her paws anxiously, feeling out of place; she hadn't been sure how her presence would be received, and she had hoped the fresh prey would make things better. It seemed to just make things stranger. What sort of loner came with a request like she did, bearing gifts and all? Still, she knew she had to be here and give this a try. So she just kept smiling, dipping her head to the fae when she offered her name. "Nice to meet you Varda," she said, her tone pleasant. It was a very pretty name, she thought, sounding quite feminine, powerful and graceful all at once. Ears flicked back for just a second when Varda asked who her friend was. The pack wolf still seemed guarded, though polite, and Esa wondered if she would get her friend in trouble by speaking his name. She'd be admitting that he'd befriended a loner, and she wasn't sure what this pack's laws were regarding such a friendship. Breathing in gently, she decided to answer honestly. "His name is Miksa," she answered, then carried on quickly, "We first met in the North, before he moved here. He saved me from a cave-in at the Northern Mines; he's very brave and a kind friend. Do you know him well?" She wondered if Miksa had made any other friends. Varda presented herself with proper etiquette, but she seemed about the same age. For a moment, the thought that this elegant she-wolf and Miksa might be friends caused Esarosa some unease, though the feeling was interrupted by the approach of another wolf. There was no doubt in her mind that this wolf was one of the leaders she needed to see, and he was definitely related to the she-wolf that had greeted her. The regal male would look upon her with curiosity, at which point Esa would dip her head respectfully, something she hadn't had to do in a long time. She hated the formalities, but knew if she wanted this to go well, she must behave accordingly, even if these wolves were not her superiors. I have to make a good impression, she thought anxiously. The alpha turned to Varda, asking her who she'd met. "My name's Esarosa, sir, and I brought this-" she blurted out, poking at the fresh prey but catching her impulsive blabbing too late - ears folding back and head lowering, she murmured quietly, "Sorry..." Pressing her jaws closed, she waited for either one of them to address her directly, until then she would stay quiet. |