Wildest dreams
05-23-2016, 11:52 PM
He was glad to see that she was becoming more calm as he spoke and showed that he wasn't a threat. He liked to think that he was a fairly likeable guy and prided himself on his ability to make friends so it was always good to see that he wasn't completely wrong about that. It became very obvious very quickly that her accent went much farther than the tone of her voice. Her words were broken and she seemed to struggle with them. So she spoke a completely different language then? His head tipped to the side and his expression grew more quizzical as she spoke and he tried to figure out what he meant. He was very patient and he didn't mind letting her figure out a way to tell him what she meant. He smelled like others? When she mentioned meeting someone else that smelled like him it clicked. "Oh! The scent of my pack!" he exclaimed with a grin, his tail wagging again behind him, nodding in agreement. "Yes, I lead a pack actually. It's named Fiori." He paused, growing curious again. "You met someone else that had the same scent?" He wondered if it was someone else from Fiori or just another pack wolf. A very small part of him hoped it was Svet... as much as that hope was useless. |
