Rest at Last -open-

Quote:On reflex, Mercianne flinched and shut her brown eyes tight as the darkly colored wolf rose to her paws, automatically expecting the worst. When nothing happened, she peeked her eyes open again, peering warily at the stranger where she stood regarding her beneath the tree. What a sight she must be; covered with ash, jumping around beside the waterfall, and then starting at the mere sight of another wolf who had not even spoken a word aloud yet. But she had never been one to suffer from embarrassment too often when it came to survival. Anything for the sake of living was justifiable in her mind.

The stranger did answer after another second, commanding the timid white wolf to stifle her fears with a voice that Merci was almost certain held a hint of annoyance. It was easier said that done, forcing herself to relax, but she tried to oblige. She drew in a rather shaky breath and eased herself slightly out of her crouched position, though her tail and head still remained low. For the moment it was as good as things were going to get for her. She only hope it would appease the other female.

Without wasting any time, a question followed the command, and the black wolf seated herself again amid the snow beneath her tree. She only hesitated a moment before answering, a little uncertain just what sort of information the wolf was aiming to get but deciding to stick with the very basics. "I'm Mercianne," she spoke, her timid voice still a little shaken. For a second, she contemplated mentioning her pack, but without the knowledge of what happened to them, or even if it still existed after what they had gone through, she decided against it and fell silent, her brown eyes still averted.

Quietly and inconspicuously as she could manage, she took a seat where she had been standing, folding her legs neatly and curling her fluffy tail around her side with care. With nothing more to add herself, she waited and was rewarded when the other spoke again. Her brown eyes shifted upward a little, skirting around the wolf's greying face though still avoiding direct eye contact. She lowered her gaze and head sadly, her ears tucking slightly against her head as she merely shook her head no. She had not come across any others. And so far she was not very sure what to make of her first meeting since escaping. Trying not to appear entirely weak, as the wolf had requested, she attempted to find her voice again and asked softly, her tone only slightly hopeful, "Have you?"

-- mercianne

OOC: Nah, that wasn't short. c: Quality over quantity.