Coming of Age
06-19-2013, 07:08 PM
Walk | "Talk" | Think He spotted the wolf before she saw him, her stark white coat setting her apart from the dull and dark foliage that surrounded them inside the natural tunnel. She was distracted - obviously - her head turning this way and that with her gaze shifting about to take in as much of the shrubbery as she could while she traversed below it. Hesitant paw steps ceased as the male observed her, waiting for her to take notice of him. He stood practically centered upon the path, right in the direction that she traveled, so it seemed unavoidable that they would meet or at least have to acknowledge one another. The thought of it made him nervous. He was so accustomed to taking second fiddle to both his sister and brother that he knew very little about how to keep a conversation flowing smoothly. Desperately did the light grey youth need practice, but he had always been too chicken to actively try. His chance was currently walking right toward him, and still seemed oblivious to him being there. Thinking she might actually walk into him if she didn't look forward soon, Rune took a small step back, his serious expression becoming more stern. She became aware of him just before she reached him, and taking a start, she immediately began to back pedal, drawing herself away from him and in the same instant tucking her body and ears downward. So close he was able to see her much better, and what he saw didn't make the fact he would need to talk in a moment any easier. She was a dainty little thing, smaller than him and more fragile looking, more so than his sister who was the only other young female he was really acquainted with. On top of that, she didn't entirely look too comfortable around him, which only made him feel more awkward. He wasn't anything scary, was hardly going to push her around or be mean or anything. Why was she so afraid? But her coat did draw his notice, a pleasant white that reminded him of the past and present female Vecaan of Tortuga, and as he caught her eyes he realized they were a brilliant, vibrant pink. He also realized, perhaps a moment too late, that he was staring. He blinked, a quiet cough exiting his serious, unsmiling muzzle, before he managed to speak with an awkward, uncertain pause, "You don't...need to do that." |
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