cigarette daydreams

The wolf spoke back, her voice a feminine, pretty one. She’d offer an observation, and he would nod. ”Yes,” his voice collided gently with the tranquil atmosphere – gravel on satin. She sat down nearby, and he glanced at her with his head ever so slightly tilted, and an ear tipped down with uncertainty. Just the very beginning of silence started to trickle in, and he suddenly felt desperate to shoo it off. What to say?! My name is… What brings you here? Know anyone named Lirika? He staggered through potential encouragements to conversation. He decided all of them were pretty crappy. ”Uhh…” Damn, it was so much easier to snap and make sure no one wanted to come near him anyways.

But he didn’t want to do that now. He hesitated a moment after his sound of unsureness, and then realized her scent. She smelled of a group, a pack. ”I’m not getting too close to intruding anywhere, am I?” he asked, turning his head to face her more. He wasn’t sure if he really cared about trespassing or getting uncomfortably close (for them at least) to a pack territory, or if he was just looking to shake the awkward nothingness from his lips.