Nothing's New

When Absinth didn't protest the touch, she let herself grow bolder. Letting her trailing paw make its way under the other wolf's chin. Scrapping just beneath her jaw bone, and admiring the curve of the other wolf's muzzle. In fact, she let herself get so taken, studying the other wolf, that she almost lost track of the conversation. Absinth was speaking about her adventures, her stories. How did that relate to… ah, yes, right.

She blinked slowly, and looked up at the green eyed wolf. A grin peeked through her shyness, taking on an impish quality. “Why? Are you planning to have no adventures, go nowhere interesting? Are you going to lie down on this rock and refuse to move for the rest of your life?” She teased lightly, trying to ignore the slight hitch to her voice. The anxiety in her chest. She was asking for something that would change her life, and she was both terrified that Absinth would agree, and more terrified that she wouldn’t. If Absinth spurned her, she knew she would be devastated.


"Karaka"