Grapevine Fires
11-12-2013, 05:22 PM
When Jyla spoke the name of his father, the little russet dame was a little disappointed to find that she had never heard it before. How futile did she feel, knowing she couldn't help the man? The answer was, quite a bit. Her only reply to his question was to look at the ground and shake her head slowly. "I'm sorry..." She murmured, looking up at him sheepishly. That's when she noticed something was off. Looking around to find out what was amiss, she realized something when she looked up the tunnel to the den. The sky was clear. The snow had finally stopped. Standing, she shook out her thick pelt and gestured towards the entrance with her delicate cranium. "I guess it's time for us to head on our ways.." She told him, smiling weakly and then padding up to the mouth of the earthen burrow. Standing amid all the fresh snow, she looked around and searched for the direction she would take. Instead of heading off immediately, she waited there for the uniquely pelted male to appear from the den. She would say goodbye before they parted, and hopefully they would meet again. Speech, |