What's My Name?

*Jaelle* · (This post was last modified: 01-16-2017, 12:14 AM by Evelyn.)

*Navigation - Buffalo Knolls

It wasn’t often that the gray coated woman got to get away like this, not since she had promised to help out with Vyper. But now that it was spring, she needed to get away. It had been far too long since she had been able to roam free, but now here she was. The sun was starting to set at her back, the storm raging above her, but Jaelle didn’t even bother to slow down her pace. Goat the stoat, or Giet as he insisted his name was, was behind her somewhere, following the sound of her chiming bells. Without a care in the world she took off without warning, her paws pounding on the earth in time with the booming thunder above. A crack of lightening illuminated her monochrome pelt, her metal bells glittering in the sudden appearance of light. Tipping back her head she let out a wild howl, finally feeling free at last.

When the storm slowed, so did the wolf, her tongue flopping out of her maw as she glanced around. In the dim light it was hard to see where she was at first, it was a new territory to her though. Her blue and brown eyes were narrowed slightly as she inspected the terrain, drinking in the sight of something that wasn’t snow. A soft breath left her, her mouth closing as her lungs caught up with her. Peeking behind her, the woman didn’t see the weasel whose coat was starting to turn brown. Snickering, she tossed her head forward and nuzzled her nose into her gray scarf. She had no idea what she was going to do with herself now, it would be dark soon and not the best time to explore. If the rain started, she didn’t want to turn into a drowned rat. Letting out a sigh, she paused only when she heard the huffing and puffing of her tube of fluff. Smirking, she flipped around and dropped into a play bow, flashing her teeth at Goat. "You’re so slow, you overgrown puff ball!" She called at him, her ears pointing forward. He had insisted that he would be leaving as soon as the snows cleared, but he was still sticking around.

Growling at the wolf, Giet lowered his head to nip at her toes. He sneered when she picked up her leg, giving him a mouthful of metal instead as he bit down on one of the bangles. "If you slowed yur butt down I wouldn’t have’ta run so damn fast!"

Jaelle just smiled at the weasel, placing an overly slobbery kiss on his little head. Leaving him sputtering, she turned around and started to walk along the dried up river bed. It was pretty narrow down there, she was surprised that the melting snow hadn’t filled it up. Perhaps it was long ago dried up, never to see water again. Tipping her nose down to sniff at it, she detected a hint of a stranger on the air. Lifting her head again, she looked towards her left to see a pair of piercing green eyes in the darkness. Seeing the wolf behind them made her pause for a moment, her bangles clattering down her raised limb as she stared for a moment. The pattern on his coat was the most intricate that she had seen in quite some time, capturing her full attention for the moment. He hadn’t noticed her, not just yet, but she was downwind and on the other side of the dried stream. It took a bite from Giet on her hind leg to snap her out of it, eliciting a soft growl from the woman. Glaring at the creature, she bunched her hind legs and jumped to the other bank, clambering up to the ridge to get closer to the strange male. It had been so long since she had seen anyone outside of the pack, there was no doubt that this male held her full attention at the moment. "Got anything interesting there?" She asked softly, noticing a sprig of some sort of berries on the stone in front of him. There was a soft smile on her lips, her tail swinging behind to to bring forth the chime of her bells.

"SPEAK"

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