Light a match
08-19-2020, 08:52 PM
Fitz’s question was answered when he saw part of the shadow move when there was no wind at that moment to move it. His goal was sharing of his deity but to be frank he was also just liked the idea of meeting another wolf. It had been a bit and he was tired of having no one to talk too other than Nytalen. Deity as Nytalen was he never deigned to answer when Fitz was awake, only in his dreams.
Beastie? Fitz made his way up finding that a rather interesting greeting to start with. Whatever. “Charming,” he responded dryly to her greeting. It seemed both were predominantly grey, simply different in the exact shades of grey and location. It was harder to make her out in the beginning, but the closer he got the more he could tell she was a bit leaner than he was. The smirk did go unseen, but it was certainly easy to make out. She certainly had a bit of an attitude, nothing really wrong in that. She just was unaware of who she was throwing it at. “How would such a charming lady find herself in such a dull place as this?” He didn’t smirk, but his words held a note of superior tolerance in them.
He still wasn’t level with her, he had stopped before reaching that point. Just close enough for a better look from a spot that had solid footing to it. It was the same sort of rock as the others, it had a strange feeling to his paws. Fitz wasn’t ready to trust it quite yet.
Beastie? Fitz made his way up finding that a rather interesting greeting to start with. Whatever. “Charming,” he responded dryly to her greeting. It seemed both were predominantly grey, simply different in the exact shades of grey and location. It was harder to make her out in the beginning, but the closer he got the more he could tell she was a bit leaner than he was. The smirk did go unseen, but it was certainly easy to make out. She certainly had a bit of an attitude, nothing really wrong in that. She just was unaware of who she was throwing it at. “How would such a charming lady find herself in such a dull place as this?” He didn’t smirk, but his words held a note of superior tolerance in them.
He still wasn’t level with her, he had stopped before reaching that point. Just close enough for a better look from a spot that had solid footing to it. It was the same sort of rock as the others, it had a strange feeling to his paws. Fitz wasn’t ready to trust it quite yet.