Coming of Age
It seemed to Alamea that the young male was no more comfortable than her; this however did nothing to ease her anxiousness. Though perhaps she could blame that on her surroundings, while stunning at first, the tunnel was beginning to make her feel claustrophobic. The she-wolf had to force herself not to look at the canopy above her head; instead she kept her gaze squarely in his direction though she found herself staring over his shoulder more than at him in particular. He seemed to pause, most likely to think about how to help her. Alamea began shuffling her paws eager to be out of the tunnel. "It's easy to get lost in here," Alamea could have laughed.That's an understatement. There was more silence and Alamea wondered if he was going to offer his help but he seemed to be thinking. "I only know how to get home," Alamea realized that, that was probably the best she was gonna get. There was the scent of others upon him and it dawned on her that he was probably part of a pack around here. "Where do you live?" Alamea froze, where did she live? There was nothing she had in reply to that. She had to say something, her mind struggled to come up with a response. "I uh- don't remember. I just joined a pack around here and can't really remember where it is- or what- it is called." Her voice trailed off at the end, even she was aware of how weak her excuse was. Alamea dropped her head a bit and avoided looking at him. Begging him internally not to ask. |
