way down south

*Kyarst* · 02-21-2014, 06:46 PM

No matter how ungodly hot it was in this godforsaken place, Kyarst was enjoying the change of scenery from the usual forests and northern atmosphere. Granted, this place wasn't any prettier than home, but it was different. She would approach him from an angle in which he could not see her plainly, though the fur prickling on the back of his neck told him she was there. The right half of his upper lip curled tight, revealing pristine white fangs. His ear flickered toward her just before his body shifted to face her. 'Hey!' she would chime. Her name came shortly after, Anais. He logged it in his mind for future reference, tagging on his own name in effort to make himself known as more than the dark stranger he probably appeared. Kyarst. Tail thumped the earth as the skin around his lips softened. He may not be the greatest at reading strangers, but he knew she meant him no harm. She was about his age too, which was interesting. Anais would be one of the only pups he'd met who wasn't related to him in some form or fashion. He rocked back to his haunches after having aligned his bodice toward hers, his tail thumping a pleased rhythm upon the earth. What are you doing way out here, Anais? It wasn't as if it were any of his business what she was doing, but he was curious as to what her answer would be. Emerald eyes instinctively roved over her frame, perhaps a trait inherited from his father's side - or perhaps one embedded into the same genes that made him distinctively male. Whatever the case, he found her to be pleasing to the eye. She was multicolored, though not in a way that made her look strange or stitched together (like his brother). No, all of her colors seemed to go together. He liked that. Her eyes didn't stand out like other wolves' did, but instead melted into her skull in interesting pools of gold. His tongue grew suddenly dry and he swallowed hard to remedy the problem.

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