Whispers In The Dark
02-18-2014, 03:28 AM
He had just gotten comfortable, the breeze blowing against his face. He had rested his head on his white tipped paws, s soft sigh leaving him in comfort of the warm spring air, when the scent of another seemed to trickle on the air. He didn't raise his head immediately, rather he laid there, assuming the other would be on their way. It wasn't until a voice interrupted his contemplation, that he jumped slightly, his massive head lifting, light blue eyes searching for the speaker. Light blue pools would come to rest on the snowy figure of a aging white woman, and his ears flicked forward taking in her words. She was waiting for him? He pushed his front paws under him, heaving himself to his paws, before he'd turn to face her, confusion clearly etched in his features.
"I'm sorry ma'am, but I have no idea why you'd be waiting for me?" He noted the dialects in her voice and wondered if he had an accent. He questioned her, his tone not necessarily warm or cold. Rather he was confused. Other than his siblings and the various strangers that he had encountered he knew no one here, and surely aside from Vriel and Vaziel, no one would be waiting on him. A scent clung to her, one that spoke of a pack, a home, and that just made him all the more confused. Politely he'd wait for her response, but he was sure she had mistaken him for another.