Little Longings
02-16-2014, 10:00 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-16-2014, 10:06 PM by Twig I.)
As he approached she would let her gaze flicker up to glimpse at her big brother, he certainly didn't let it show that he was any type of disappointed in her. That would work to boost her confidence once again, because she had certainly expected to have a talking to. All her life she had been taught to give your undying loyalty to the legion and to her pack, but she couldn't help but shake the feeling that spending time with Themisto instead of being out searching for her family was a bad thing. And she couldn't help but think that Pulsus would feel the same way. Her head would raise a considerable amount as he came to sit next her her. Still she would not let their eyes meet. His silence would shove her guilt deeper, but then as he spoke she would visibly cringe as he said her first name. (She was still trying to figure out who it was that has told him that.) She felt bad about assuming that he would automatically confront her about who it was who had kept her throughout the previous night. Since he would skirt the question for now she would let her guarded walls fall. All he wanted to do was make sure she was alright.?"No, it's not. Though calling me by my first name might be." she would usher out a giggle in amusement of her own words. The tension would leave her as she let her shoulder lean into the large wolf beside her.?"So, how much do you know?" indirectly she would address the issue at hand. She would need to know how much he'd been able to gather before she would be able to fill in the holes. Still she felt reserved about saying anything, but it just felt right to talk to him.? |