Lost Soul's Prayer

Beat had been returning to his home territory, haunch of deer in his maw, when he caught the scent of a stranger ahead. A strange woman, no less. With an audible gulp, the young man pushed forward towards the thicket. Ears perked and he tried to hold himself tall as he came upon the oh so pale woman. She was completely white. A vision, really. Beat half expected the skies to open up, beams of sun to fall upon her and the birds to begin some sort of symphony. Thankfully this only happened in his head. He'd probably faint if the clouds actually opened upon her.

Clearing his throat to alert her of his presence, the somewhat impressively sized wolf padded forward, stopping a respectful distance away. "Hello, My name is Beat Destruction." With a push of his nose, he motioned towards the invisible border. "That's the Abaven border. Did you need anything?" The man gave his head a tilt. Though his heart was hammering in his chest, he'd put on a mask of confidence. It would probably crumble the moment that she spoke, but for now, it was there.

"Chatting." & 'Thinking'