What A Waste!

Walk | Talk | Think

Ears perked upon her head as the moody russet and black she-wolf lifted her head from the ground to glance out through the grasses, spying through the tall blades the stranger who had addressed her. She had been quite enjoying her solitude, able to delve into all those thoughts that she typically had to keep pinned down because of duty and responsibility and privacy. Here, she had been free to express them clearly upon her face, not mindful of holding up the ever present mask of propriety that was expected of someone with her upbringing and status.

And to have that all spoiled was rather irritating. Her brow furrowed gently as she stared at him, unimpressed with his bland tone and careless address. As far as strangers went, his lack of etiquette ranked him somewhere below where she considered herself and therefore not entitled the same customary good attitude that she typically exuded. "I hardly think that is any concern of yours," she answered curtly, golden eyes skimming across his frame in a moment of inspection. Nearing her own height, lacking the muscle of a warrior, his stance somewhat off compared to what she would have expected: this was no dire threat to be worried about.

Her inspection complete, Tahlia drew herself smoothly to her paws, staring evenly and pointedly at the strange male, noticing only when she had gained her complete height and therefore a better view of him that he seemed to be missing something. Oh. For a second she stared, realizing her rudeness a moment too late. Blinking, she shifted her attention to meet his green eyes and tried again to address him. "I could easily ask the same of you."