Lost in skies of powdered gold
03-02-2016, 11:12 PM
Oria's gold marked ears twitched as he spoke, taking in the first touches of his deep voice, soon followed by his rumbling laugh. It was a pleasant tone to listen to, not one she heard often. She chuckled herself at his response as he informed her that he approached random strangers quite frequently. "Well, I certainly wish I had the same social skills you do then." She wasn't shy by any means, but she certainly didn't make a habit of speaking to strangers. Perhaps if she did she'd know more of the wolves in this land. Maybe she would have found a teacher by now as well. There was no way to change that now though so she brushed the thought aside. The male in front of her was much more interesting than past regrets anyway. She'd make note of his name as he introduced himself and even went on to ask what had brought her this way. Her tail curled around her haunches as she spoke, more than willing to answer his questions. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Hymn. I'm Oria Gøran and you'd be right, I'm not a part of any packs around here. As for what brought be this way... Nothing in particular I guess. I appreciate the view out over the ocean and I wanted a change of scenery after hunting for herbs all day." A small smile touched her lips while she spoke, her gaze lingering on his for the most part, but it wandered occasionally down his form. "What about you? Any interesting reasons for coming to the beach this evening?" |
