Far From Home
03-27-2013, 06:10 AM
The golden brute sat there he somehow knew she was turning something over in her mind. Was it the decision to stay with him tonight; did she want to go back to her pack so soon? A golden ear flickered as he rid himself of those doubtful thoughts. She was a pleasant dame indeed and he yearned to spend more time with her. What did she htink of him; did she think him of a fool to be out here all alone. Or just a lone wolf passing by. Did she view him as a friend, an acquaintance, what were her feelings for him. But Scipio would never know, he had his thoughts to himself as she had hers to her.
After a few moments had passed by she only replied with one word, "okay".
He nodded as he focused his cobalt blue gaze back on her. So many thoughts ran throught his mind, ideas, predictions, guesses. Was she still shy with him here, or was she shy in general. Doubting his handsome looks would make her seem shy he let go of that proposition. It wasn't like he had dames running after him from left and right. Well how would he know for the last time he actually talked to a female was a while ago. Held captive to the chains that bound him to a pack. But certainly some dames did admire his looks, but it wasn't on looks. It was what was in the heart that mattered. No, Scipio would never use his complexion as an advantage. Heavens, should he ever.
But as he thought about it more, what did Mercianne think about him. Did she have some sort of crush. No, he would know right. Certainly, but how would he.The brute shook his head as he cleared his mind.
"I just had a better idea, there is probably some left over hay by that red building. Maybe we can look and see if there is a pile there and it would make a suitabl resting place. Perhaps if we find it another conversation ma be made before the night closes our lids." he proposed.
Hay would certainly be nice, a nice comfortable place to sleep on. A small breeze blew through the land; with it came a chill. Night was advancing and with it came cooler temperatures. But shiver did he not, but if Mercianned was used to it guessing from whichever place she came from; it would be alrght wouldn't it. Surely they would reach the hay and both wolves would be insulated by the long fronds of dry yellow grass.
After a few moments had passed by she only replied with one word, "okay".
He nodded as he focused his cobalt blue gaze back on her. So many thoughts ran throught his mind, ideas, predictions, guesses. Was she still shy with him here, or was she shy in general. Doubting his handsome looks would make her seem shy he let go of that proposition. It wasn't like he had dames running after him from left and right. Well how would he know for the last time he actually talked to a female was a while ago. Held captive to the chains that bound him to a pack. But certainly some dames did admire his looks, but it wasn't on looks. It was what was in the heart that mattered. No, Scipio would never use his complexion as an advantage. Heavens, should he ever.
But as he thought about it more, what did Mercianne think about him. Did she have some sort of crush. No, he would know right. Certainly, but how would he.The brute shook his head as he cleared his mind.
"I just had a better idea, there is probably some left over hay by that red building. Maybe we can look and see if there is a pile there and it would make a suitabl resting place. Perhaps if we find it another conversation ma be made before the night closes our lids." he proposed.
Hay would certainly be nice, a nice comfortable place to sleep on. A small breeze blew through the land; with it came a chill. Night was advancing and with it came cooler temperatures. But shiver did he not, but if Mercianned was used to it guessing from whichever place she came from; it would be alrght wouldn't it. Surely they would reach the hay and both wolves would be insulated by the long fronds of dry yellow grass.