Can't Make It On My Own [joining]

*Dayton* · (This post was last modified: 04-01-2014, 12:32 PM by Dayton.)

His brilliant ochre eyes drifted around the area, taking in the dark beauty of the ice. Soon he heard the sound of whispering footsteps approaching. Dayton turned his attention in the direction of the snowy female headed his way. She was shorter than he was, but had a stronger, bulkier frame. Luckily, her body language did not seem to hint at any kind of aggression. She moved toward him openly, pinning her ears back only as a precaution. He shifted slightly on the frozen lake and dipped his small head in a bow. The boy was suddenly very aware of how vulnerable his scars would be when he did this, out in the open for the female to see. Heat filled his cheeks before his mind could catch up. Many wolves had marks on their faces, it told nothing of his past.

With a sigh, Dayton lifted his head again and struggled to smile. It looked natural, he was sure. He snuck a glance at his reflection in the deepness of the ice. Yes, it was acceptable. He kept the friendly expression on his face as the girl spoke. "Yes, miss," he replied. "I know I have trespassed here. But it is with good reason."

"My name is Dayton. But, if you wouldn't mind, I prefer to be called Day." The nickname was new for the young male, something he had decided to try. Maybe it could help him forget his past. He moved his ears very slightly to the side, showing that he was relaxed and confident. He may have been putting on a show, but this maiden didn't know that. It was only that Dayton wasn't used to speaking so openly. He had refined his skills for hiding and running, but his speaking could use a bit of work. Hopefully, he thought to himself, It will be enough.

As he paused with these thoughts, he noticed the white maiden examining his build. Did she approve of what she saw? Dayton had no way of knowing the answer to this. But thinking about it only worried him more, so he tried to cast the thoughts away. His legs were long, his muscles were young, and his bones were lithe and flexible. He could be anything this pack wanted him to be. Hunter, runner, spy, virtually anything his body was capable of. As for his mind, it could be persuaded into nearly anything. Again, he was young. Impressionable. So impressionable... dark thoughts attempted to leak into his mind, but he shook them away once more.

"I come here to seek a place in your pack. May I speak with the leader of Tortuga, please?" His voice faltered only once. So far so good.

Walk.
"Talk."
Think.

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