Finding A Friend
07-17-2013, 08:07 PM
?A? Merwolf?? Sarak was skeptical at her words, truly confused about what she was saying. Azalea sighed dramatically, the rolling of her eyes emphasized by the dried mud that streaked her face. "A water wolf. You know, like half fish, half wolf." When she suggested that he might bite her, his demeanor changed. Head tilted and an ear pulled back. ?I would never bite you. You would beat me up too easily.? She looked him over, a bit unsure for a minute. Of course, her uncertainty only lasted a minute before she leaned back, tipped her chin up a bit, sniffing before speaking, "Yeah." She said coolly. Too easily he had let her slip into her high and mighty state of mind. Honestly, it was questionable if she could beat him in a spar. Sarak was larger than her and older. She was only a year old. As her mind skipped to the disaster they faced, she grew still and silent for a while. ?I?m sure they are fine," the words penetrated her silence and drew a light, somber smile from her. She glanced to him for a brief moment, "Me too." Azalea loved her family but she wasn't a touchy feely wolf. It was a rare thing that she outwardly showed her affection to them and she never referred to Soleil as anything more personal than "mother." She shook off her thoughts, looking back to Sarak with a mischievous grin. "I'll whoop yah any day of the week, Sarak, just ask." She gave him a look over, her stance cocky. Speech, |
