the strong and silent type

Gwynevere's brows pulled together with a bit of confusion and concern as he looked away from her with a frown at her question, wondering to herself if there was something about his name that he hated or was ashamed of. She knew there were wolves that didn't like their family or something of that sort so maybe he just didn't want to admit his name to her? That didn't really seem like that could be it either when he looked back at her with a soft look of guilt. For a fighter he was awfully soft and sweet. She gave him an encouraging smile, but remained quiet, giving him the time and space to answer if he wanted to or even just tell her that he didn't want to answer. She wouldn't really mind either way - after all, they were from completely different packs. It wasn't like they were likely to cross paths again after today.

When he started to move closer, she held still and allowed him to do so even though she was uncertain about having him so close. Her cheek very nearly brushed his as he brought his muzzle to her ear. She couldn't really understand what he was doing or why he needed to do it until he finally spoke. Her ears perked to catch the quiet, strained, horse tones that barely even formed a whisper, but she could make out the words. Ysmir Finnvi. Suddenly his silence made perfect sense and the understanding brightened up her expression, chasing away the confusion that had lingered there. It wasn't that he didn't want to speak, he simply couldn't. She didn't know if that was an issue he was born with or that had developed later, but either way, it at least helped her understand the quiet man a little better.

A smile pulled across her lips as he leaned back again and she nodded, feeling grateful and touched that he would even make himself try to say his name for her. "A pleasure to meet you, Ysmir," she replied, her tail wagging gently behind her without really realizing it. Her face flushed and she looked down at his wounds again shyly to finish her work, her ears tucked back against her head though the smile remained. She lifted her paw away from the wound and examined her work before reaching back into her bag to pull out a small piece of wintergreen, holding it up to him to take. "Here, just a little for the pain to help you get home." Once he had taken it she packed up her remaining supplies and slipped the strap of the back back over her neck and shoulder.

She looked up at him again, mint and lavender marbled eyes finding two-toned blue and silver. Gwyn offered him another shy smile, uncertain of why she felt so comfortable around him when he was still very much a stranger, but she didn't really want to question it either. She hadn't really made the time to make friends so the wolves she felt comfortable around were few and far between. "If you're ever in Auster, feel free to come by The Hallows. It's a big castle, you can't miss it. I'd... I'd like to see you again." Her face flushed even hotter and she looked away again, backing away from him a bit. "At least one of my siblings is probably done with their fights by now so I better get back to the tournament..." With that she hurried away, still smiling even though she couldn't bring herself to look up at him again.

Gwynevere | Eilwen