Window of Glass

Bronze wasn't used to talking to strangers but her reaction was obvious, even if he didn't have the right words for how she might be feeling. All he knew was that it wasn't good. "I... I didn't mean..." Bronze started, words trailing away from him as he struggled to express himself. He wasn't good with words to begin with but suddenly he felt like they'd completely failed him. He wasn't the kindest of wolves on the surface, even at his age, but he wasn't outright mean and he hadn't been trying to make her feel bad, not at all. "It's just a lot different than my life. Sorry," he finished a bit sheepishly, shifting his weight uncomfortably from one front paw to the other.

But the shift in conversation seemed to lessen any tension that might've cropped up, at least in his eyes. He moved a bit closer and she seemed to relax. He'd been afraid she might shy away from him but she seemed receptive to his presence, which pleased him. She explained she'd never seen trees before, or snow. He let his lower jaw unhinge, looking a bit surprised. "This stuff? It's snow," he explained, scooping up a bit with his paw and pushing it her direction. "It's always snowy here. Well, sometimes. It's always on the ground though, not always snowing," he explained slowly, looking amused at her interest in this place. This was home, it was all he'd ever really known, so it didn't seem quite as amazing to him as it must to Silent.

"It's never warm here. Or green. I guess sometimes it gets warmer, but it's been cold for a long time now." His face had been on the verge of faint amusement for a bit now, but finally he let a tiny smile sneak through, though it slipped away as soon as it arrived. "I like the snow though." As if to demonstrate his point he padded around her in a semi-circle, feeling the fresh snow crunch beneath the pads of his paws. He liked how it had a way of silencing the world, and casting it in a bright, crisp white shade.