Peas and Pods and Other Such Metaphors

*Hyder* · 06-22-2016, 01:31 PM

Hyder was reasonably surprised to find his rest interrupted. It wasn't often other creatures dared to disturb a peaceful lion. He was at first irked, but he recognized his name and at once became curious instead. It took his pale eyes a moment to focus in the gilded evening light. He found a pale ghost, a spector among the grasses. Her voice was light and sweet but hardly familiar. He had not heard it's tenor since her puphood but in the moment it was a struggle to remember. Then again, how many albino wolves had he met? Two males to memory, but only one female and quite long ago. He blinked at her. "Much time has passed since I saw you last. You have grown," he rumbled, his tone neutral.

It was hardly hostile, but the monotone note mayhaps conveyed his uncertainty on the matter of her presence. He was not about to run her off, he didn't have the energy at the moment, but she was still essentially a stranger. An unknown. All memory of her was foggy, indeed he struggled even to remember the land they had met in. Wolves were not of much consequence to him these days, and he found himself tending the memories of his past less and less. He waited to see what she would make of him.
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