A soft call, a horrid time
05-24-2018, 07:34 PM
The girl reacted fearfully; she seemed to shrink as he approached. The growl that left her lips was little more than a pitiful whine and he was neither impressed nor offended by it. As he did with all mortals, he began to go over a value checklist in his head. While he placed higher value on bolder creatures, the timid ones had their place. They could be valuable in other regards. "I see," he rumbled passively. "Rest assured, I don't want your basket." Her query was straight to the point and belied the extent of her fearfulness. It hinted at a lack of confidence that was so deep she was afraid of the gentlest of interactions. Nothing he'd done so far hinted at ill intent. His demeanor had been polite thus far and his tone had been friendly. Now, did that mean he was ultimately going to behave himself? No, but that was beside the point. As of now he was on his best behavior so her overly fearful response only served to lower his forming opinion of her. In response to her question he shrugged his shoulders and said, "Not really you so much as your basket. Few wolves carry them around, so seeing you with one made me curious." It probably wouldn't go over well, but he was going to ask his question anyway. Clearly she was going to piss herself over the little stuff, so he may as well plow ahead and see if he could satisfy his curiosity. "If I may ask, why do you carry it?" |