Saving Me

*Gael* · 06-29-2013, 02:19 PM

The young man stood quietly at the edge of the pond, no longer deep in thought, simply standing for the need to stand. To feel the cold water brush against his toes, sending shivers up his legs that expanded down his spine to cover his entire frame. To feel the gentle chilling breeze of a wintery afternoon tugging his silver and earthy pelt this way and that. He couldn?t remember the last time he had taken a moment to stop and simply feel the earth around him, to let his worries and troubling thoughts fade away, leaving only a young man standing against the solid earth. It was peaceful, quiet and tranquil. Or so he?d thought. The lack of thought process allowed him to focus on his other senses, his hearing included. Audits twitched forward with attention, taking turns to rotate backwards to his rump, a slight disturbance near the willow catching the man?s attention. Unwilling to release his tranquil state, Gael simply stood and listened. Soon enough the sound of pounding paw-steps reached his ears, followed by a hard thump and a yelp of distress. Cerulean pools shot open, nape craning towards his left shoulder, gaze catching the rocketing frame of a wolf as it tumbled through the elongated branches and slippery leaves, tumbling out of sight behind the other side of the trunk. Who was that?

Unable to deny the call of distress, the yearling stirred into action, powerful limbs carrying towards where he?d last seen the wolf. Nostrils quivered, aiding him in identifying the other lupe. The scent was rogue, its distinct perfume telling him it belonged to a woman. What was a rogue woman doing wandering around here alone? A voice called out among the branches, and he could only assume it belonged to the woman. Way to go, Meili? Meili. Was that her name? If it was, it was pretty one. Focused on seeing how he could help, Gael rounded the trunk, coming face to face with the tangled up woman, her spine pressed against the earth beside the trunk, her limbs tangled in the dangling branches. Had she been a friend of his, the situation would?ve been rather amusing, but since she wasn?t and he wasn?t really in the joking mood, the situation appeared rather serious. Are you okay? he called out, approaching her cautiously, body language submissive and non-threatening. He stopped a foot from her, right forepaw poised before him, ready to step forward with help were she to ask him. Usually he would just go up and start helping, but since Gabriel?s rejection of his help, he was going to wait from now on until someone actually wanted him to help. Presenting his help without being asked for it had back fired before, so he was going to try another approach.

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