This Is Not A Party
Scout
01-16-2019, 06:36 PM
Patience was one of Desota's strong suits, but he admittedly felt a bit jumpy and far more anxious than usual in these new lands. He was unfamiliar with his surroundings, which was nerve-wracking in its own right, and by the time he realized he was being followed it was too late. If it was someone who meant harm to him, or even meant to spook him, he would've been a goner - and he was chiding himself the entire time as that familiar scent washed over him and he came to realize who it was.
Velvette! A gentle afternoon breeze brought a whiff of her his way, and immediately he slowed his pace, head tipping to the sky to get a better sense of where she might be. How was it that he'd found Velvette before even finding Balsam? These questions didn't matter much now, though, but what did matter was why she was here. Though he wouldn't dream of chatting up Velvette for any reasons of his own, he knew Balsam was enamored with her and ruining his own reputation with the beautiful female wouldn't hurt Balsam's any. Hey, maybe he'd even get some information out of her that he could relay to Balsam!
Determined, he backtracked slightly, sniffing hard as his head tilted to the sky. It took some time before he saw a flash of something in the treetops, and he squinted hard as he tried to get his bearings. Without hesitation the nimble male found a low-hanging branch and pounced to it, scaling the tree boughs with ease enough he finally was certain it was Velvette who'd been following him. Why was she following him, or was it merely coincidence? Either way, he let himself ride on the wave of confidence that suddenly struck him.
Despite his eagerness, trying to maintain his grip on the branch he'd climbed to, he dipped his head in a deep, almost overd-ramatic bow, his snout falling nearly to his chest before rising slowly again. "Velvette?" He asked finally, with more courage than he felt, once he finished his bow. "What on earth are you doing so far from home?" Had he ever spoken this many words to her? He wasn't sure, but he doubted he'd forget. She really was quite beautiful, as Balsam always said, and even he found himself breathless for a moment as he looked her over.