Tasty Treats And New Faces

This seems so surreal. Athena ponders the magic of the carnival that has brought this handsome wolf across her path. Paws follow the tall wolf, heart fluttering with giddiness as the pair move to shaded area. The paper wrapped pastry fills her nostrils with its intoxicating scent but the earthen hued wolf barely notices it. Her attention is focused solely on Ruga and, when the man finds them a secluded spot by a large tree, Athena steps up across from him. Amber eyes catch his sea form green gaze and she feels the edges of her lips tick up around the pastry. Ruga settles in with a relaxed sigh and the earthen wolf realizes she is still standing. A sheepish look crosses her face as Athena lowers herself gently onto the soft grass.

As Ruga pulls out his own sweet treat, she settles her own snack between her dark paws and Athena allows her tongue to quickly dart out of her mouth to lick away any excess drool. She shyly ducks her head at the unlady-like gesture, knowing her mother would be mortified at her action. Lowering her nose, she gathers a small bite of the treat in her mouth all while casting Ruga glances. Wide amber eyes watch the tall wolf, eager to catch his reaction to the pastry. Lifting her head up Athena catches his hum of approval and giggles she with delight, the edges of her eyes crinkling up with joy at his words. With her mouth clear of food, Athena gives him a wide, opened mouth smile as she playfully says, “Stick with me, Ruga, and I will show you all the delicious food.”

Was she flirting? Is… is this what flirting is? As she reaches down and gathers another mouthful of the tasty snack, Athena almost chokes on it at Ruga’s next words. Head shoots up as she becomes flustered, mouth opening and closing, teeth grazing her bottom lip, heat rising into cheeks once more. Her… pretty? After a couple seconds, the perplexed wolf gives an undignified snort and stutters out, “I… I just… got here?” Really, she doesn’t know how to respond but, the absurdness of her own answer is not lost on the woman. Athena’s eyes widen in shock, a giggle bubbling up into her chest. It causes her throat to itch and tickle until she allows the noise to spill out. Eyes crinkle, her body shakes and a huge smile rests on her lips.

When she finally calms down enough to speak, Athena asks, “What about you Ruga? Why isn’t a pretty wolf fawning over you? You are far too handsome to be alone at a carnival for love.” A coy smile appears as tilts her head, humming in curiosity at the tall, fire cloaked wolf before her. Okay. She is really bad at this flirting thing.

"Athena Nocturna"