A Simple Thank You
08-12-2013, 03:05 AM
Walk | Talk | Think Tahlia's concentration was steady as she continued to peer into the waters, watching the fish as they slowly began to wander their way back. Any minute now they would begin to wind around her legs, coaxed closer into thinking she was nothing but a new feature to their underwater home, and pull themselves within range and in place for her to strike. It was tricky business, fishing. So much patience went into it, and for beginners the task was a challenge for as many failures you got when compared to the minimal successes. But this russet and black she-wolf was experienced, as comfortable in the water as she was upon land. So long as she kept her cool, waited the right amount of time and refused to rush, she would walk away with a fish to show for it. What she hadn't counted on was company. With the lake being the main watering hole for the pack, it was an inevitable thing, of that she knew. Just because she thought to use it at this time didn't mean that it was off limits to everyone else, or that they would choose to stay away when they saw her there. She had no more claims to hoard it than did anyone else. But any chance that they might have been there about their own business went away when she heard the telltale call to announce their presence to her. It was a familiar voice, one that she recognized even without it being laced with pain and anguish. Concentration slipping, she found herself smiling while her eyes continued to bore into the lake, focusing on the fish while her ears turned to focus on the sound of Bane there upon the lake shore. The quiet was nearly as disruptive as the noise had been. Being rather prideful, just knowing that someone stood close by, possibly watching her every move, added a new sense of pressure to her endeavors, made her many times more conscious of each action she made. For a short while she managed to pretend that he didn't exist, determined to see this fishing trip through to the end, but in the end she gave up. The expectant tension about her body slipped away and abandoning her focus upon the fish she turned her head from where she stood in the waters to look somewhat over her shoulder at the male who waited for her to be done. "I am not used to having an audience," she stated, her tail swaying slightly below the surface of the water where it sat comfortably against her legs. Whatever her thoughts regarding the lost fish were set aside in the curiosity that surrounded the male before her. He looked good considering what he had been through. The wound that had sat upon his side appeared to have healed up very nicely, the scar, she supposed, more strongly visible at a closer distance, but seemingly solid from where she stood. That was good news. She had wondered about him after their meeting, concerned for a while that it might still cause him trouble with his movements, but it was obvious what he had instructed her to do had done wonders to set it right along the road to recovery. But there was still the matter of him seeking her out again. "I don't suppose you are only here to watch?" she questioned, tone teasingly curious as she turned in place and began to walk back up to shore, intending to join him lakeside. |