It's the little things
08-19-2018, 04:59 PM
As she watched, the wolf began to spin, she seemed to attempt to shift her body and compensate for the movement, and Riva could see how risky that was. Having already had an experience on hitting the ice face-first, she could see how someone might want to avoid that. The strangers eyes caught hers at some point in the spin, and Riva’s eyes shifted back and forth to match the movement of the spinning wolf on the ice. The creature tossed back her head, arching her neck like a young buck with a rack full of towering antlers gracefully flowing from their crown, showing off in a Spring heat. Riva fought a smile at the imagery she cast, and found her eyes roving the shades of the woman. Her dark coat seemed to hold a shimmer, and no one could describe it as monotoned. She stood at a towering height, not quite twice as tall as the healer, but it was a near thing. Her long legs, easily on display on the ice, showed a rust band about her wrists, and a tail not made for balancing. As she completed her examination the lady, quite close to shore now, covered the last of the distance with a nearly-graceful leap. Despite that, leaping from ice was no easy feat, and the healer was impressed. “Are you sure? I could swear it already did” RIva quipped back, tilting her head so the other could see the cool, flattened fur across part of her face, where it had collided with the ice not long ago. |
