Only if for a night
for Desolate
06-03-2020, 09:41 PM
Desolate was busy soaking up the cold floor and using it to fuel his sad desperation about how much everything sucked right now when a voice called out. He lowered his head instinctively to the floor, his ears pinning against his skull as he peered into the darkness. Even as a yearling and even one orphaned so young, the unfamiliar territory worried him. He knew how to survive alone but not this far from home. If he stayed quiet, would the voice go away? His eyes were barely adjusted to the dim lighting when he felt the stranger nearly topple over him and he skittered to a stand a few feet away. Every muscle in his body was tense and he had to force himself to relax. The voice didn't seem angry or rude, and he had to remind himself he was nearly grown now. "Hello?" He responded, a questioning lilt to his voice. "I'm sorry I- uh, got lost." He watched the other wolf carefully in case she took advantage of his lack of bearings, but otherwise did his best to be friendly. "My name is Desolate. Do you live here?"
"Speech"
"Thinking" "You." |