Hello, hello again.
08-26-2013, 12:07 PM
Walk | "Talk" | Think A cute little yawn parted the wolf's jaws before she spoke and assured him that the pack she had mentioned was legitimate in every way that a pack needed to be. As nice as it was to hear that there was at least that bit of stability in the wolf's life, it put to rest another notion that had crossed his mind back when they had first met, one that had resurfaced after hearing that Alamea was still lost. She had seemed so unsure about her home back then, where she would return to once released from the Thicket, that he had thought to offer her accompaniment back to Tortuga to see if she might wish to stay there. He had thought very much of his home back then, and still did though the illusions of childhood were starting to fade and he was slowly realizing that the pack was much more than the figure of the leader and the endless numbers who would be there to back them up. Still, a home working on its stability was better than none at all. But if her smile was any indication, she seemed content with her choice, and with those loyalties in place he held no push to try and urge her out of that cozy life she would have there. Supposing that it was a good pack, "good" in the sense that its location was comfortable and food plentiful. But the question remained withheld as Alamea rose and Rune was given a proper look at her. Wow. She really hadn't changed all that much, but she pulled off the innocent look well. Before he could get his thoughts back on what he wished to ask, she had hopped down from her rock, bringing her on even ground with him, and he realized just how small she was in comparison to him. It almost made him smile until he heard her speak again, walking toward him with a curious intent about her movements. Seeing more or less what was to come, the grey wolf held his ground, letting her push close into his side and then dance away to a safe distance before him. Not one prone to seeking physical contact, it was a surprise to him though at the same time enjoyable. A touch of unexpected warmth lingered where she had touched him, the ruffled fur there almost tickling the skin. And, just a little, it left him wanting more, curious about what the next touch might be like. But ignoring that want, listening instead to the whine that slipped quietly from Alamea's lips accompanied by a tail wag, he could see a certain sense of excited expectancy within her. Did she expect something for her bold move? A reaction, perhaps? The need to tease, to prod and poke and provoke her, was still present, and a new sort of want sprung up within. Guided by it, still trying not to smile all too obviously, he rocked himself to his paws and took those few steps forward to stand close to her, pausing just slightly before he reached out and brushed his nose upward along the very tips of the snowy white fur adorning the side of her neck, just enough to tickle while he took in a small sample of her scent up close. "Hmm," he murmured while pulling back a small bit, the sound slightly drawn out as he was momentarily consumed by thought. She had a nice smell, colorful, he thought, in comparison to his own. Perhaps that was an effect of her new residency, but try as he might he could not determine what that was. "You're right," he admitted unabashedly, "I don't know it." But as he let his frosty blue eyes meet her sunny pink ones, the curiosity that shown in them was not all because of the challenge she had voiced to him. He watched her closely to see if she might have a reaction to his acceptance of her other, physical challenge, hoping that his close proximity might have pushed another button and maybe, if he could be so lucky, reward him with another eager whine. "What is it?" |
