Coming of Age
Alamea was very aware of his gaze, his unsettlingly unfaltering gaze. She deliberately avoided looking at him, becoming increasingly self-conscious. It felt like an eternity that they stood there, or that might have just been her. Alamea wondered how long this was going to last, with the male's gaze ever upon her when he spoke. "You don't...need to do that." Alamea slowly began unfolding herself, her ear slowly rising from her skull, she drew herself up to her full height, though her tail stayed pretty low. She shook out her coat a bit and held her head high in hopes of exuding a sort of pride. In truth Alamea was embarrassed, inside she was berating herself for acting like a scared pup. Alamea allowed herself to get a better look at the male, she had been right about his age at the moment he had a slightly awkward look that would most certainly turn into elegance as he aged. He had a few black markings on his back and paws, but his most striking feature were his eyes. She found herself looking at those eyes and actually had to focus on not staring, she tore her gaze away from him and cleared her throat. "I um-" her voice caught and she bit down a growl of frustration. "I seem to be lost." That was a large understatement but he didn't need to know that. She attempted to look aloof, avoiding his gaze. There was of course the possibility that this wolf wouldn't care, but she would be damned if she didn't try. |
