kiss from a rose

amber eyes glanced away from the tailless woman, turning now to follow her as she led him on a hunt for shelter. she might not know for certain where to go, but he was willing to bet that as an inhabitant of this place she was more likely to know than he. ansgar hadn't intended to get so distracted by her lack of a tail - what was it to him if another was missing some vital part of their make-up? - but it was just so .. strange, to the german. where he had come from, almost everyone looked drastically similar; admittedly the majority were related to him also, but never had he seen such a deformity. scars, those he'd seen time and time again, but defects, defects were new. he supposed the woman wasn't any less of a wolf for lacking that detail, his mind just struggled to work around something so bizarre.
content in following, despite how often his father had attempted to ingrain that falks were leaders, ansgar would trek quietly northwest. his dark fur in contrast to aria's led him to look like a trailing, three dimensional shadow, his tail dipping low, weighed down by rain as it were. she seemed to know where she was going at least, the german male thankful for that small stroke of luck - because when stranded in the unknown and soaked to the bone, having a friendly stranger whom knew what they were doing was always a good thing. faintly, a dark blur could be seen in the direction they were headed, and the mottled wolf felt relief deep inside. shelter
when he shrugged in response to her question, about whether or not he was of the loner type, she seemed slightly .. confused as to how he could not be certain. to be quite blunt and put it simply, ansgar had never the chance to find out whether or not he was suited to pack or loner life. his father had never left much option in regards to his residence, though now that he'd been sent forth alone, he was uncertain what lifestyle would be thrust upon him. she turned her head, refocusing upon what little was available through the sheets of water and the heir was left to his happy silence.
at least, until he realised they knew not each other's names. then, ansgar was fumbling in the dark, accidentally speaking in his mother tongue when introducing himself. at least she seemed to understand what it was he was attempting to convey. " ah, yes. apologies. i am used to my ... german. " he announced, once he recalled the common name for his mother tongue. " a pleasure for us to meet, aria. " he spoke, unknowingly butchering a common greeting. a light, sheepish grin curled the corners of the dark male's lips, truly he had not intended to switch languages.
finally they breached the forest they'd been headed toward, soddenly leaping over the small fallen tree even as spray from one of the surrounding trees was unleashed upon him. scowl would replace his grin as thick fur would shake to and fro and water fly free. thick fur was such a nuisance at times. as she spoke of her pack, small though it might be, ansgar felt obliged to return favour. his maw opened, and ensuring he was still speaking english, he would tell of himself; " i am the falk heir. my vater, the current head, ruled our family pack. he sent me off to find a mate and raise an heir; until i do so, i am not to return. " his words abrubt and stiff, slurred by his accent though they were. he was uncomfortable talking about him self - but she had told of her pack. etiquette declared he must reciprocate.