way down south

Walk | Talk | Think

Kyarst. So that was his name. Certainly not one of the names she had heard within Seracia of the other pups who had once shared her home. Was it possible she had failed to hear of one, for one to have gone unnoticed around all the others? Or maybe he really was not a part of that pack. Maybe he really did come from somewhere else entirely. Maybe he comes from nowhere at all. The young girl felt her curiosity slowly taking flight, wild imagination finally with something, or in this particular case someone, to fixate on. Before it had been the fabled Sharp Tooth monster in the red barn; now it was this boy, alone like her and entirely unknown.

There were no answering wide smiles about his dark features, but neither did Anais ask for much. The mere fact he had been nice enough to offer her his name in return for her own was enough for her. "Nice to meet you," she responded still with a smile, using a little of her mother's teachings in propriety. She had never held an interest in much of it, but this simple phrase had been one of the few that she had taken to with relative ease and little fuss. It was only a nice thing to say after all.

Kyarst questioned her purpose in coming out this way and heedless of the dangers that giving out such information could lead to - regardless if it was merely another pup being curious - she answered without a hint of hesitation. "I was trying to find a place to nap," she explained, "We live beside a noisy river and I'm not used to it yet. Mom says I just need to give it time and I'll get used to it." She paused a short moment after she had spoken and took a seat, noting quietly the curiously direct way in which he had looked her over, and quite quickly turned the question around on him. "What about you? What are you up to?" He had only been sitting when she arrived; had she maybe interrupted some plan in the works?