Head in the Clouds

*Aranya* · 12-22-2013, 06:52 PM

We all want something to hold in the night
We don't care if it hurts when we're holding too tight

Aranya listened carefully to all the male had to say, and could not help her eyes widening at Nuka's request. She wondered about this Silver he mentioned, but that curiosity was washed away by shock. She was surprised, of course, but curiously enough she was not repulsed. After all she had just met the brute earlier that day. But he seemed like a kind, gentle soul. For all that Aranya wanted very much to see him recovered, she also would like to become his friend. Now, it seemed as it that opportunity was providing itself to her, sparing her from long nights spent wondering about how the copper and white male fared. She cocked her heard at him, watching his every feature, looking for some hint of his base intentions.

Aranya, of course, would love the company. Her instinct to help this wolf was strong, and to abandon him seemed wrong. But it was more than that too, something she could not sniff out just yet. She grinned. "Of course Nuka, that sounds fun! Don't worry about a thing, you can stay at my side for as long as you like. I'll sleep easier knowing you're okay, anyways. I denned down not far from here, there'll be room for two." It had been a stroke of luck to come upon an empty fox den, and digging it out a bit wider hadn't taken more than a flick of a tail. In retrospect, it was almost a perfect alignment of events. Aranya stood and smiled, waiting to see if the male had aught else to say before they took off. It was getting cold fast.

"Speech," Think

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