cigarette daydreams

She was growing too old to purposefully wander into trouble, or to upset anyone for no reason. Though proud, she was not stupid, and certainly not reckless. If this stranger had told he to leave, or even implied he might prefer her presence elsewhere - she'd be happy to wander off away from him. "Good," she'd respond simply. There was nothing wrong with sharing an afternoon with someone.. even if he was hardly more than a stranger, and even if they weren't doing much more than sitting and exchanging small talk.

He offered his name, and her lips curled slightly in another faint smile. "A pleasure to meet you, Svetovid," Epiphron would speak honestly. Though he was not a particularly warm wolf to meet, he seemed to becoming slowly more comfortable, his words flowing with much more ease now. "I live quite a distance south of here, near the coast," she would admit with a hint of solemnity. "Though I called these lands home for a time, too. What about you?" her head would tilt as she regarded him with a curious gaze.