Ookey Spooky Creepy Crawly

*Milo* · 09-28-2020, 10:43 PM

Milo's expression shifted to a surprised gape when Nausicaa said they would have to explore the ruins more in the morning, reason one being that he had not been expecting her to show even a sliver of the interest he had in studying the human ruins, and reason two that she had just invited herself along on a journey with a complete stranger—check that, invited a complete stranger to spend the night camping with her! Her emphatic resolution on the matter caught the male off guard, leaving him unable to respond beyond a slack-jawed stare, mouth moving but no sound coming out as she started leading the way back towards the sandy shoreline. In all his travels, Milo had always adventured alone. Now it seemed as if he wasn't being given a choice in the matter.

"Uh... Uhm, yeah... Yeah, okay, sure!" he stammered as he slowly collected his senses again, paws following swiftly behind the smaller female as if on autopilot. What on earth is going on? Are all Borean wolves so hospitable, or is it just her? he wondered as he followed close behind as she led the way back to and down the shore, the soft sands crunching almost silently under their paws, drowned out by the rhythmic lapping of the waves against the beach like a natural aquatic metronome. He peered out over the endless black sea, unable to see much save for the crest of each rippling wave that gleamed with an outline of silver in the moon and starlight. "Thank you for sharing your shelter for the evening, Nausicaa. What, uh, what can I do to help? Do we need to gather up wood, or tinder, or food?"

"Speech" — Thoughts

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