The howling
07-22-2013, 07:02 PM
The encounter with the stranger made Maija's day all the more interesting. She wasn't used to anyone other than her lover, so having contact with other wolves was a nice change. Of course, she wouldn't voice that to anyone except Dragomir. The fae was so paranoid and distrustful that she never told anyone anything about her thoughts and feelings. Maija did have them, but an outsider would assume that she was just a bitch...that label was one she was proud to have. The interactions with her didn't just end with Cross. As she got further away from the group, she heard the loud rumble of Rotterdam, summoning her. Maija rolled her eyes at the call and her ears flipped to her skull. She slowly turned her head in the direction of his scent - mixed with others - and her eyes narrowed. A swift comeback in Romanian would meet his ears before a pause could worm its way between their verbal exchange. "EU merg la vinatoare. Bucuraţi-vă timp cu noul dumneavoastră tovarăşi." (I'm going hunting. Enjoy your time with your new playmates.) The drive that Maija had for her lunch was kicked into high gear as she then advanced through the unfamiliar underbrush. Her slender form wove between trees and bushes, avoiding the limbs that could grab onto her golden fur. Leaf green eyes and nose resumed their searches, picking out fresh scents and looking for sudden movements. If Rotterdam decided to chase after her, oh well. She would defend herself if the opportunity called for it. speech here |