I Dig Those Rhythm and Blues
11-29-2015, 09:21 PM
He confirmed that he was in fact less than a year old and she quietly praised herself for her observation skills. She had gotten quite good at observing and sizing up wolves in her time alone. It had become more of a skill of necessity than anything else since she had to fend for herself. She had needed to be able to decide what wolves she could socialize with and which she should avoid. So far she was pleased with how this conversation was going. At least her first encounter with another wolf since returning to Alacritis was a pleasant one. She listened as Riv described where his colors and markings had originated from. It made her a little curious about where the rest of her coloring and markings had come from. She didn't know of anyone in her family with markings like hers, nor had she really noticed any white wolves. She new of some brown hues in her blood line, but that was about it. "I'm sorry about your mom," she told him, her tone sincere. "I don't really know what's happened to my mother. We were traveling together and we got separated and I haven't seen her since. Or any of my family really." She shrugged, not really feeling any particular way toward that fact. "The only thing I have that's like my mother's is my eyes. I'm not sure where my markings and stuff came from. She looks kinda like you, but without the extra ear and tail and eye markings. And more like reddish. I did have a step-dad, but he wasn't around very long. My mom used to have a pack and then she gave it to my cousin right before she left and I went with her." She wasn't entirely sure why she felt the need to tell him all of this. She guessed that if he felt comfortable telling her this stuff about his life maybe she should share some as well. Bonding or whatever. |