keep your head UP nothing lasts forever

Irin tilted her head slightly as she examined the ghostly male before her. He didn't seem too impressed by her offer, but maybe he had a reason for that. Maybe he didn't want to go home. Or maybe he was simply uninterested in heading home with her. Maybe his home was a secret place, somewhere that wolves like her couldn't see. But then what was a wolf like her? Just females? Or maybe just young females or something. There were endless possibilities, and that was just the way Irin liked it. "Maybe we can track your scent back to your home? I'll do my best to help." If he wanted her help. Which Irin wasn't sure that he did. He didn't seem too excited about her offer.

Weird. Yes, Weird. "Sidera?" Irin tested the word out on her tongue, tail flicking slightly. "That's pretty." Irin observed softly, "But I agree. It reminds me of stars too. Maybe there are fallen stars trapped beneath the ice..." Trailing off with a nervous giggle, Irin glanced at the male. Would he laugh at her fantastical ideas? Or would he simply accept them as par for the course?

Irin was actually kind of nervous about that. She wasn't sure why, but she was. Hmm. "Okay!" Irin chirped brightly, accepting the male's words without comment. "Oh yeah! My name's Irin. What's yours?" The yearling tilted her head slightly as she examined the large male. Did he even have a name? If he was a ghost, would he have a name?



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