Ghosts of the Past

*Aranya* · 12-03-2013, 07:53 AM

Aranya was so lost in her thoughts, she did not hear, nor see, nor smell the male approaching. As it was, when he spoke, she nearly jumped out of her skin. Her claws frantically scrabbled against the cut stone, begging for purchase before she plummeted downwards. She regained her balance after a short, embarrassing bout of wriggling, heart hammering and tail tucked in. She whirled (slowly and safely, of course) around to face the male that had interrupted her thoughts, only to see his tail flicking down the end of a tunnel. For all that her sudden panic had made her a tinge angry, she was mostly curious about having been stumbled upon, and about who exactly was doing the stumbling.

She walked back the way she came, along the wall until hop, hop, skitter, and bound, she was back on the ground. At a light lope she made for the tunnel, stopping at it's entrance, to observe. It was quite dark inside, but she could still make out the strange male's outline. "You nearly scared me to death!" she called gently. "Actually to death, I nearly fell." She side stepped nervously, unknowing if this would offend this stranger, ad not wanting to appear unkind. Curiosity bit at her strongly, and she called out, "What are you doing here, exactly? Not that I don't want you to be or that I'm opposed, only I haven't seen anyone in a while." Aranya was a wolf who liked company, that could not be denied. It was unfortunately quite hard to come by in this vast, open place. She wondered briefly if she should go in after him, or just leave him to his business.

Speech,Thoughts,

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