Wrong Way
04-23-2018, 04:56 PM
Miach was caught off guard by the unfamiliar voice, surprised that he hadn't gotten a whiff of her first. Embarrassment washed over the brute as he turned to face the woman. She wasn't anyone he knew, but still, he was caught enjoying himself. Titan would simply have to bounce back and show her that he was definitely more professional than he appeared to be at the moment. Lean frame moved to align his spine with his skull, gripping the freezing snow beneath him. Head held high, he would be sure to present himself as the more dominant one here. A grin spread across his maw as he looked the woman over, red gaze never pausing to make any eye contact. The way she held herself, he could tell something wasn't quite right, but he wouldn't assume she was looking for a fight just yet. The woman before him wasn't that large, but she definitely wasn't small either. She appeared to be well fed, likely a pack wolf. If she wasn't a part of any pack then she definitely couldn't have been alone. There was more than just her own scent lingering, a hint of something else. Brute wouldn't question her on it though, instead, he would attempt to approach the situation in a friendly manner, and with caution. He approached, but left some distance between them, about six feet to be exact. He wasn't looking to provoke any violence, but he felt it necessary to close the space between them in order to properly introduce himself and show that he was no threat to her. "I was just taking some time to myself. I'm Miach, and you would be?" His grin had died down a bit, leaving a nice smile. The man figured a grin might be a bit creepy, he wasn't trying to make her any more on edge than she already was. He'd give her time to reply, while still maintaining that defensive stance. He couldn't take any major chances with so much to do in the coming days. Titan had to be constantly aware and ready for anything. Miach wanted to keep in good shape, he still had some time to prove himself worthy. At least, the young man felt he did. So his paws still spread and talons clinging to the ground, maintaining whatever grip he could get with all the snow. Tail flagged, and his head now lowered, using that massive cranium to defend any vital areas should this female decide to strike. His coat was slowly being covered by the little flakes falling all around him, but there was no time to shake it off. He'd simply have to sacrifice his warmth and comfort to keep his eyes on the woman. However, if she was going to make her move wouldn't she have done it by now? Perhaps she was a little out of it, he understood being somewhat defensive but he couldn't understand why she hadn't let her guard down yet. At this point, anyone else might have at least loosened up a bit with a name to associate with a face. Walk, "Talk" Think |