the heart is a lonely hunter

*Sota* · 07-28-2020, 05:52 PM

Sota rarely anticipated running into other wolves, so he was caught slightly off-guard when the scent of a stranger touched his nose. His pace, quick and purposeful, suddenly slowed as he tried to get a sense of where the stranger might be. The breeze was a light one as it whisked through the mangrove trees, and it was difficult to tell where it might be coming from. Before he was able to really get a sense of where the stranger might be - let alone who they might be - he heard a sound cut through the quiet night air.

His head spun around as he searched for the source of the sound. A woman stood not far from him, her silhouette illuminated against the rapidly darkening surroundings. While some might be offended at being mistaken as a child, Sota had long since learned that most wolves in these lands were different than his own kind. The stranger wasn't as big as most of the wolves he'd met, but she was still larger than him. Hopefully the darkness concealed the slight frown that threatened to tug at his lips. "I'm actually not a child," he retorted, as politely as he could muster. He slowed his pace, hoping he hadn't startled her or anything - she sounded a bit alarmed, to be honest. "I'm..." An adult? Just very, very small? He wasn't quite sure where he was going with that thought. "My name's Sota," he concluded with a low dip of his muzzle toward the damp ground.

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