bloom

Ellara watched with a tender gaze as Mélisande awoke, her long ebony lashes fluttering open to reveal scarlet irises that glowed softly in the filtered light of the Redbud Nook. The sight of Mélisande's delicate form, framed by the cascading blossoms, stirred something deep within Ellara. She could see the initial fear in the small wolf's eyes, the way her ears pinned back and her scut glued to her flanks as she sat upright, clearly intimidated by Ellara's larger presence.

"H-hello," Mélisande was stammering, her voice trembling slightly. Ellara felt a pang of empathy, understanding the intimidation her size could cause. She softened her stance, lowering her head slightly to seem less imposing. When uncertainty in Mélisande's gaze slowly melted away as she realized Ellara posed no threat, Ellara watched as her brows relaxed and a beautiful grin spread across her face. Ellara's heart warmed at the sight, a soft smile tugging at her own lips as she watched the ruby-eyed beauty before her.

"No one’s ever said that to me before," Mélisande murmured, her voice like a gentle melody carried on the breeze right to Ellara's ears. The nervous flutter in her voice made Ellara's own heart flutter in response. She longed to reach out, to reassure Mélisande of her safety, but she restrained herself, hiding her own excitement and the burgeoning attraction that brewed within her. Instead, she let her eyes speak, reflecting warmth and kindness as they held Mélisande's gaze. Ellara nestled down, resting on her belly a few feet beside the smaller wolf, an attempt to make her presence more comforting.

"And no one has ever greeted me so sweetly," Ellara replied softly, her voice a blend of admiration and tenderness. "You truly are enchanting, Mélisande. It is a pleasure to meet you." She took a slow, measured scooch closer, ensuring her movements were gentle and non-threatening. "What brings you to this beautiful place? It seems as though the very forest has painted this scene just for you." Her pink eyes, shimmering with genuine curiosity and veiled affection, studied Mélisande with a desire to know everything about her, every story, every dream. The light giggle that escaped Mélisande's maw was a sweet tune, resonating with the gentle rustling of the blossoms around them, and Ellara found herself captivated, eager to learn more about the enchanting wolf who had so effortlessly captured her heart.