ABHORRENCE

The female did not take kindly to his arrival at first, rising into a defensive positions and demanding his name. He tilted his head slightly to the side as he focused his narrow verdant gaze on her own golden one. Her pelt was so unlike the solid colored ones he was used to seeing on his children, who were the only wolves he typically went out of his way to see. Hers was a mixture of many colors, so un-pure and yet intriguing at the same time. He wasn't sure why he felt that way, though.



Patiently he waited unil she had visibly relaxed a bit before responding. Sorry to have startled you, came his neutral tones. I was just out for a walk to clear my head, and apparently I followed your call here. He offered a momentary smile before allowing his expression to return to nothing. Now that he was in this situation, he couldn't simply walk away, and he was in far too good a mood to spoil it was snide remarks to avoid a conversation.



My name is Seraphim. You are?