Cloak and Dagger

*Halje* · 01-25-2019, 01:47 PM

She hadn't been there long at all, having taken a seat only moments ago. As a whole, she wasn't one to stay in one place for long and already her toes were itching for movement and her ears twitching at every little sound. Though she stared at the water and swirling steam that rose from it, anyone with eyes would be able to tell that she was concentrated on the surroundings and not the spring itself.

The scent burned her nose and she found it beginning to bug her more than she liked, her lip raised on one side in a half snarl that showcased her top right canine. She tensed her front paws, nails scratching against the rough edge on which she sat. Then in a small burst of rage Halje pushed away from the edge, her rear jumping back behind her. As she moved, turning as she pushed off, her eyes scanned across the pool catching a figure there. Electric blue and a smirk flashed in her vision. As she stopped moving she did a double take, her coat now ruffled as she eyed the male with suspicion. She couldn't smell him from where she stood, honestly she couldn't smell much of anything as her nose burned from the sulfur, but she assumed he was male by the arrogant confidence he seemed to wear and the bulk of him. She took a step forward, the steam growing thick and hiding him as though he'd been a mirage all along.

But alas, she was also a curious creature, and now she found herself walking the rim of the spring to find the mysterious figure. The shape was irregular and she found herself hopping a small ravine. As she came around the other side the haze fell to her left and there he was. Not a mirage. "You were watching me," She accused though her tone denoted no tinge of being self conscious nor of being angry about it. The wolf before her was... well... quite a feast for the eyes. His marbled black and white coat was plush, enhanced by winter but full enough to suggest that he had a rather rich summer coat as well. His eyes were similar in color to his own though she would argue that his were far more piercing a color. He was also riddled with scars and she found herself staring at his legs where they were most notable.

Her posture was rigid and they stood at equal height to one another, she waited for his response with near bated breath. Who was this attractive interloper? As if an afterthought her nose twitched as she scented him, now close enough that the wind was insignificant in tasting his scent. Maybe not an interloper, he smelled like a pack. She cast a suspicious side glance, wondering if he traveled with others.

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