storm on the horizon
Scout
06-09-2019, 07:39 PM
Sota couldn't help but remind himself that there was a reason he didn't usually come to lands like this often, or at least hadn't in the past.. and this unpredictable weather was just another reason to stick to familiar terrain. At least they'd found shelter, and Sota felt a little less bad about accepting anything like help from a stranger since she'd sort of been leaning on him on the journey here.. quite literally, as a matter of fact. It definitely made their proximity much easier to deal with, which.. really wasn't much given the fact that Sota wasn't at all accustomed to physical contact in general. Pressing against the wall of the makeshift den as if trying to get as far away from her as possible seemed rude, so he tried to be relaxed while maintaining a comfortable distance, relatively speaking. His eyes widened slightly when she introduced herself, interest shining in his eyes. Her question was more honest than he expected, though it earned a faint smile nonetheless. She was small too - at least compared to the wolves he'd met here - though she was considered on the larger size of average when it came to the Songa. "I'm.. Desota," he introduced himself quickly in response. The Songa were just beginning to explore Boreas more, and spreading the name of their people wasn't really something they did. They were often sneaky and elusive, and personally he preferred to keep it that way - and he knew the same went for the rest of his people. But saying where he was from wouldn't hurt, right? "I'm from Auster. The land across the sand bridge, if you've been there?" He wasn't totally sure whether Auster was known in these parts as such, so he waited for her reaction as his ears flicked slightly on top of his head. As soon as Eris realized that water was trickling into the den, so did he, and he began to assess their surroundings carefully. "You're right," he agreed with a nod, twisting his body around to use his back paws to kick some of the dirt toward the entrance to the den. One thing Sota was good at was staying calm in the face of uncertainty, at least outwardly.. even if his emotions felt turbulent on the inside. After a few moments he spun around, squinting as he examined their sloppy work. "Do you think this will work?" He used his nose to pack down some of the dirt so it looked slightly more like a wall, but he wasn't sure how well it would work- he was even less accustomed to being underground than he was to being at sea-level, and this whole digging underground thing was wildly unfamiliar to him. |