Gilded Lion

*Faite* · 12-07-2016, 12:37 AM

“It is now, m’lady.”

Faite blinked back some surprise from her eyes as her ears swiveled to listen to him. He was beyond polite which set some of her newfound anxieties at ease. Of course she couldn't quite determine if his morning was good because she'd arrived or if it was simply nice because of the beautiful sunrise. She preferred to think of it as the latter - compliments didn't really come her way often and she wasn't entirely sure how she was supposed to respond to one anyways.

Her own gaze settled over him as she observed his very natural looking pelt. Rich browns mixed with some black and cream that all meshed very well. His eyes were the most peculiar thing about him. She'd never come across a wolf with brown eyes. Around here it was a rarity since blue seemed to be the most dominant. It was in her family at least. Regulus, Kieryn, Laisren, Zuriel, Tornach, Rasiel - Baine was the only other one who didn't inherit that trait other than herself and even still one of her own still took on the trait.

She listened patiently as he introduced himself and his intentions. She wasn't quite used to a stranger being so open, but she understood his need instantly. It was only natural to want to find a place you belonged and others to share it with. He struck her as the lonely type, though she knew such assumptions weren't always correct. She briefly wondered if he was looking for a pack before she shoved it out of her head. She wasn't quite ready to bring her own to fruition and she knew nothing about the man. There was no need to be hasty.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Arborick."

And instantly he was apologizing. She glanced around at the familiar trees and was grateful Celestial had not staked a claim to these lands. In the warmer seasons they were noisy and full of racket from the birds that nested so frequently in the trees. No pack had claimed it in -well at least since she was born if not longer. The only scents that remained were those of loners. Even she wouldn't pretend that she owned it temporarily, though the thought of others so close to her temporary den caused her to shift warily.

"No need to apologize. No one has claimed these lands for as long as I can remember. You're certainly safe to stay here as long as you like."

Her eyes traveled briefly to the scars on his face and the missing ear. She'd been lucky enough in her own fights that she'd been left with nothing largely permanent. What fight had he suffered through to deserve a missing ear? Her mind then roved to Elias and his many scars and how he'd earned them. It seemed she was making a habit of running into men with stories to tell though this time she wouldn't get the opportunity to ask him. Instead she smiled somewhat sheepishly at him as she realized she hadn't introduced herself.

"Oh, I'm sorry. My name is Faite Adravendi."

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