No More Silent Observation
07-27-2016, 08:05 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-27-2016, 08:07 PM by Xephyris.)
The male was on one of his daily jogs, weaving through the blossoming willow tendrils, when he caught the scent of a familiar wolf. Instantly, his ears flicked back. He hadn't seen her much except for at meetings and training. Guilt surged over him, and he immediately changed his course to follow her scent. He needed to find her, and see how she was doing. He wondered if she'd been able to pick up much of the language at all. He had wanted to help her, had promised it, but after time, had realized he might not be capable of teaching her English. After all, he was a fighter, languages were not his specialty. But maybe he ought to try harder, a hell of a lot harder... for her sake. When he found her, she seemed to be pacing around, grumbling to herself angrily. She didn't look like she was in a good mood, although she still looked beautiful in his eyes. He wondered if his appearance would help that, or make it worse. After all, he had done a poor job of keeping up with her. Why had he ignored her? He wasn't sure what her reaction was going to be, but without hesitation he approached her, smiling even though he had a bad feeling about this. "Soleil!" his bark was deep, but not loud as he came to stop a few feet in front of her, "How are you? I'm sorry..." Ears folded back as he glanced downward - he'd all but forgotten the few words he'd learned from her, and he had no idea if she understood him. What was she going to say? |
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