a ship with no sails
07-25-2013, 08:37 AM
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Silverback watched with some amusement as the male struggled with a sense of danger and discourtesy. She was not truly offended, but then, even when she was, Silverback was loathe to show it. Much better to smile and grin and let the claws come out of no where. She was used to her presence having strange effects on other creatures. She didn't deal with mutts very often, but they tended to show either outright hostility or blatant fear. She'd never really made an attempt to have a serious conversation with one, but she was curious. Perhaps it could be interesting. Her keen eyes picked up the slight signs of nervousness in the flicker of the male's eyes and the tightening of his jaw. How adorable. For such a scarred, rough looking creature, he could appear quite soft when he was made uncomfortable.
And his words were most gratifying. Even if Silverback had been made annoyed by his first question, she estimated that his speech would've been enough to soothe her. He had a decent way of talking this one. The cat's eyes and ears were his as he spoke, but they did not sparkle with true interest until he mentioned another of her kind. But that died away as soon as the word "lost" came. So much for that. Still, flattery has its own sort of balm. Her muzzle was creased with a hint of smile. "That's better." Soft and sweet, her words played into the curls and curves of the icy wind. "Do tell, what is the name of the wolf before me? The one who seems to know so much of my kind."