Catching dreams

Tove looks at the stranger, curious eyes watching him intently. The younger male is polite, giving her a respectful bow that has the older woman bashfully waving it off with one of her white-dipped paw. A smile pulls at her scarred lips and she offers her name to which the dark male gives his own. Mercury reads her inquisitive gaze and shuffles to make room for her, the scarred woman quickly moving to join him.

Duel-toned eyes look over his assembled equipment as he explains what he is doing a wistful smile pulling at her lips as he speaks of the items purpose. It sounds wonderful, catching the brighter parts of a dream to remember upon waking. Tove’s dreams have mostly been nightmares since the day that stole her brother, Bodin from her.

Ah but this isn’t about her. Looking up to Mercury, a kind smile rests on scarred lips as she softly says, “Yes... please.” It has been so long since Tove has had a quiet, peaceful moment with another wolf and she is grateful that the tall, storm colored man is including her in. Seating herself next to him, she prepares to help with whatever he needs.


"Tove Baade"