Here's A Lesson For You
04-16-2019, 07:42 AM
Paris hovered over the young carcass, observing the meat compiled there, and looking to see if the pelt would be salvageable for the most part. She had been inspecting the hairs around the jugular, the location of her lethal blow, when grey tipped ears flicked towards the sound of nearby brush moving to make room. At the sound of his voice, the winter snowflake of a woman froze nearly completely still, eyes going wide as she looked over her kill and then to the open terrain before her. She could make a run for it, but there was no way of knowing if the stranger was alone or if she would be able to get away. She could try and fight him, but his massive build would be more likely to slaughter her before she even got a good scratch in. Her body was rigid and still like the frozen snow caps of her homeland as she weighed her options, calculated the different outcomes and their likelihood. No matter what she could think of, there was no great outcome for her, but one route was more likely than the others.
Turning her head to the side, trying her best to keep a cool expression, to finally glanced at the male. Much to her surprise, he didn't bare the coloring of a lowlander, but rather, had familiar white hairs of the highlanders, much like herself. A sliver of ease would touch her tense shoulders, allowing her to make an awkward half smile and tilt her head to the side, motioning him to join her."Sure." Though she was hesitant to speak at all, Paris assumed words would be required in this exchanged if she wished to survive long enough to slip away. However, that didn't make it easier for the muted woman. It had been so long since she last spoke to another wolf, her own voice sounded like a stranger to her ears. Evergreen eyes would watch the male, focusing on his body language and the direction of his feet to determine when he would approach. Her eyes were like that of a doe, watching the movements of a stalking predator, her body tense as she prepared herself to flee at the slightest hint of danger.
"Paris"
Turning her head to the side, trying her best to keep a cool expression, to finally glanced at the male. Much to her surprise, he didn't bare the coloring of a lowlander, but rather, had familiar white hairs of the highlanders, much like herself. A sliver of ease would touch her tense shoulders, allowing her to make an awkward half smile and tilt her head to the side, motioning him to join her.
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