what a life
12-07-2013, 04:13 PM
It was some time before the wolf approaching her spoke acknowledgement, but once he did she adjusted the position of her cranium and prayed that her unseeing eyes were focused on his face. From her place on the ground it was harder to tell than it would have been had she been standing, but she had faith in her abilities. She mentally thanked her mother for her teachings as the stranger spoke, understanding the words he spoke to be an Italian greeting. She smiled slightly and nodded in acknowledgement before rising to her feet when he came closer.
Hello, stranger. What is your business on the beach this day? Her voice was neutral, avoiding both friendliness and confrontation. While the beach was not her territory, she wished to know that this creature meant her no harm before engaging him. Without her family nearby, she was hesitant to get in a fight. She would not place herself in such a situation before her husband was at her side for encouragement she did not need, but desired.
