I'll Keep My Eyes Fixed on the Sun
07-29-2013, 02:15 PM
He watched her carefully as her eyes scanned the area for what he assumed was danger, her guard was up but it wasn't towards him. She seemed like one who would easily keep herself alive surviving on her own, obviously she lasted so long already. It was a feat not all wolves were suited for, but they were the odd ones. Most wolves preferred the company of others, thus joining packs and having families. It wasn't that such things didn't appeal to him but he liked his solitude. He liked to call himself his own.
It seemed she too was feeling the heat of the day, Her eyelids seemed a bit droopy as she neatly folded herself into a sleeping position. Now it was time to feel awkward. How close should he settle down to her? With delicate care he settled down beside her, careful not to get quite close enough to touch. It was warm and he was sure she wouldn't want his fur on top of her own. He was parallel with her own body, his face closer to her own than he had intended. He hoped she wouldn't swat him away. He was able to glimpse her eyes, he hadn't noticed their interesting hue before. As sleep settled over him he accidentally let a whisper fall from his maw, "What pretty eyes you have..."