Shooting Star

N/A · 07-05-2013, 03:38 PM

Haunches folded beneath the russet youth, onyx plume curling around her toes, sapphire gems intent on the man's resting figure. Why would someone sleep out in the middle of a beach? She hadn't had any bad experiences with the outside world yet, but instinct told her that being out in the open was bad, especially in such a vulnerable position like a nap. She would never sleep out in the open; it was too dangerous and rather uncomfortable. She would rather sleep in a den, or something close where she could have her back against something and be able to see whatever it was that tried to come at her. But hey, she wasn't one to judge. If this man liked taking naps out in the middle of a beach, where anyone could come and attack him, then that was his deal. It was his hide he was endangering after all.

Her quiet greeting roused the grey man from his sleep, eyes groggily opening to focus on her figure as she watched him, a smile curling his lips as he returned her greeting. Hello. I don't mind, but you should be careful about waking strange wolves up. I coulda been dangerous. She huffed, lifting her dark shoulders in a shrug. Hey there. You're probably right, but you didn't look very dangerous to me. But I'll keep that in mind next time I run into a sleeping wolf. Her tone was friendly, her features mirroring that, though she didn't return the smile, still unsure about the stranger before her but not feeling threatened by him at all as he questioned who she was. My name is Seraphiel. I'm from Glaciem. Who are you? You don't smell like you're from any pack. She questioned, curious as to who this man was.

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