Surprise?
12-07-2015, 11:30 PM
Walk | Talk | Think The second she heard the heavy but quiet tread of her mate, Anais's ears perked and her golden eyes shifted to stare at the den's entrance. She could not see his dark blue shape in the faint lighting, but she could hear him stride to his own den and then turn around to seek out hers. Her heart sped in her chest in those awful moments of waiting, her worries churning up a storm within her mind. She had to tell him, had to get this off her chest and get him on the same page that she was, but her nerves refused to settle. This was supposed to be such a happy, joyous occasion; why did it feel so anxiety-inducing instead? The doorway of her den darkened as Glacier's large figure strode through it, and despite her nervousness, the little hunter drew her expression into a wary smile. Her tail wagged a few beats against the ground as the larger wolf set down a small token on the floor of the den, a squirrel by the shape of it. Of course he would think of her own comforts first. That was just the sort of man he was. He said nothing, only offered her a bright smile of love and welcoming, and on impulse she got to her feet. She padded quickly over to him, with a few jittery wags of her tail, and tucked her head against his neck, nuzzling into the soft, deep blue fur of his chest. She needed his steadiness now, needed this reassurance that everything would be fine, that they were strong on their own but stronger together, that there was nothing to worry about. It helped to still some of the anxiety, but an excited sort of nervous sensation lingered. It seemed she would not be rid of it entirely. She drew back slowly, smiling timidly up into his handsome face and offered a quiet, "Hi," in greeting. She could have stood there staring at him for an indefinite amount of time, but that was not her reason for drawing him here. Reminded of what she had to say, Anais retreated another step, and another. Her eyes momentarily dropped to the squirrel and out of habit she picked it up, though her appetite felt like a distant thing. She turned, retreating back toward the spot she had been curled up when Glacier had arrived, and once more settled herself there on the ground, leaving a wide spot at her side for him to lay down. Setting the squirrel between her paws, holding it there as if she needed something to do to keep herself busy, she glanced back up at her mate again. "Thank you for this," she added as she moved the squirrel between her feet, still not eating it yet. Could he see how out of sorts she felt, how nervous she was to tell him? It helped nothing that she felt tongue-tied now in his presence, and she hoped it would untangle itself soon. She really needed to just say it. "I was hoping you'd get here soon," she stated, feeling her heart leap in her chest as she made herself steer the conversation toward her secret. "I have something to tell you." |
Art by Dancing Crows
* Because he has become her protector, Glacier is allowed into any and all threads that Anais may be in, regardless of how they are tagged.