Making Sea Shells by the Seashore
01-31-2016, 10:04 PM
Steel didn't know what it felt like for people to want him to like them. To actively try to seek his approval, to seek his company, even if only momentarily. As far as he was concerned, he was simply another face in the crowd. He knew his company was not exactly thrilling, his conversation far from compelling and he had no real skills to offer anyone. Hell, he didn't even know how to catch and eat these sea-creatures she was teaching him about. The mere thought that she wanted to hang out with him right now was bewildering, and he found his expression tightening as he considered it. "It's fine, really," he'd offer, his own gaze shifting away toward the ocean. "I don't have anywhere else to be." Not that she knew that. All she knew was his name, that he came from further North, and that he was prone to wandering. He was slightly enthused about her offering, even if it wasn't the tastiest thing ever, but god was he bad at showing it. Steel wasn't prone to smiling, and certainly not laughter - but the mere fact that he was sitting here listening to her spoke volumes for a wolf like himself. Slowly he lifted himself up, shaking some of the fur from his dark coat as she moved along the shore. He didn't waste much time in following her, his tail hanging lazily behind his frame as he eyed his paws as they left impressions in the damp sand. Steel wove between the small pools of water that she navigated around, finally coming to stand at her side and lifting his gaze to seek her own. "Do they move?" he'd ask, his nose wrinkling slightly. "Or do you just grab them? He didn't know if they opened their shells either. Maybe they'd try to bite his tongue or something, he didn't know. |
