wheel of fate
11-04-2016, 01:30 PM
Something about this girl was.... enchanting. He was locked in some sort of trance, although it was probably because she was simply someone important. Wolves learned different thing throughout their lives, this yearling was no different. As he approached her carefully he would smile softly and take a seat kindly next to her. "Logi?" he questioned for a moment. Not knowing of these things, probably a god of some sorts. Qualm had never been the most religious of wolves - he knew briefly of that from what his parents believed in. However he'd like to have no connection to them at all, both of them were traitorous selfish beasts and he refused to be the same.
"I see, I was born in the east to a pack called Abaven. I reside in the east still but in a pack called Ivory Ridge." Qualm said to her as he flicked the end of his tail a little bit. "My name's Qualm Rivers. Could you tell me a little about this Logi? I'd like to know please." he was polite and fairly quiet. Not wanting to disturb whatever rested here. The red glaze off from the lava felt hot, but for some reason it did not scare him. As long as he didn't touch it. |