Ookey Spooky Creepy Crawly

*Milo* · 09-25-2020, 06:17 PM

Milo released a relieved sigh when she informed him that he was, in fact, not trespassing on the island. The one thing he had always feared in his explorations was inadvertently skulking around on another pack's home—although that wasn't to say he hadn't done it before. After all, the pursuit of knowledge and unfound discoveries sometimes meant having to ask for forgiveness when things went awry. Now that he knew this terrified-looking wolf wasn't part of some larger pack that inhabited the island, he could relax a little. His eyes turned back toward the old resort. He had to admit, creeping around abandoned and decaying ruins in the dark was not one aspect of archaeology he could ever get comfortable with. What if he encountered some greater predator, or a dangerous threat, or even something as simple as getting turned around in a labyrinth or helplessly injured in a fall? Any of those possibilities could spell the immediate end for a lone adventurer.

Teal gaze returning to meet the female wolf before him, he was able to get a good look at her now that he wasn't colliding into her. She was smaller by a few inches, and wore a strikingly similar coat of brown hues. She was slender, with a lighter frame reminiscent of his own ectomorphic form, clearly built for agility and grace. Milo briefly wondered just how long she had been on the island that he hadn't seen her before now, or if she'd only recently arrived as well. It didn't seem like she lived here, so what could she be doing here? Was she an explorer as well? A researcher, an intellectual? Or just a wild heart yearning for a new horizon?

"That certainly makes me feel better," he remarked with a casual half-grin. He tipped his head down in a bowed greeting gesture. "Lovely to meet you, Nausicaa. I'm Milo." His words ended with a linger, the male stopping short of speaking his full name with only a breath's pause to punctuate his greeting. His expression betrayed nothing though, a trait he had learned to get very good at. "Forgive my assumptions, but you don't seem the type to be out wandering ancient ruins alone in the middle of the night. What brought you out to..." His eyes turned back to the forgotten resort, still gazing longingly at the crumbling facade of the structure. "...this place?"

"Speech" — Thoughts

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