Wind in the Willows
07-29-2013, 12:16 PM
Whistling Willows. She had been here before so the setting was not as strange as it was once. The willows hung heavy with their vine likes limbs, reaching for the water that pooled at the center of it all. A breeze sent the trees chattering, leaves brushing together in symphony. "Shhhh," they said, be quiet. It was a place to be silent. She couldn't imagine speaking loudly here, something about it was just... rude. The old trees stood quiet guard, sentinels to a place that she doubted had ever even seen blood fall. Paws moved delicately, silent as a fox. Her fiery eyes sweeping the grounds. She didn't anticipate being alone, she hadn't been alone last time she came to this blessed place. Her eyes caught on a shadow in the shade, body freezing. Head rose, eyes blinking as she looked at the dark wolf. A male, clearly, he sat in the shade. It was getting rather warm now, summer right around the corner. She was very nearly a year and a half old now. Well on her way to be a full fledged adult. All her growing was done. Thirty-one inches, her stout build a gift from her mother. The red headed wolf took in the character for a moment. She was in a plain sight so she couldn't just walk away. Unafraid, she approached the fellow, seating herself a good three meters away from him. "Good day, don't you say?" She looked up and around taking in the clear sky and warm breeze. Yes, summer was definitely coming. Speech, |
