What a Lovely Night
04-06-2014, 02:23 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-06-2014, 02:24 AM by Garthinaw.)
The black male remained standing at his full height as his head leaned to the side with interest. She had a witty tongue about her as well, something he hadn't found in many wolves that had crossed his path. The change of pace in the pretty stranger was enough to make him give a soft, but deep chuckle. It rumbled from his chest and remained there as some of it escaped through his dark lips. White teeth perked from beneath his upper lip as it pulled back in a small grin. "If we haven't met before, it is a shame we had to wait until now." Ah, smooth. Reeeal smooth.
Garth didn't know what kind of game the world was playing with him, but if he had a pretty partner involved, it would probably not be so terrible. The female, whose name he had not received yet, continued to speak after the appropriate pauses. She gave him an apology and he silently shook his head from side to side. Droplets of water sprayed in various directions, and he silently hoped they didn't touch her dry fur. It was enough to deal with facing a lady with a wet composure, but he would live with the shame, however short it was. "There is no need to apologize, m'lady," he countered, tones ringing deep and soft as he spoke. "I shouldn't have lowered my guard to where it was. You would think that since I have travelled enough miles in my life, I would know better."
His North Pole eyes glistened in the moonlight as he slowly reclined to his haunches. A soft thump echoed in the small, occupied area as his hind legs became accustomed to the wet ground. "I suppose not many wolves venture out to this part of the woods...unless the fog rolled in when I did?" Garth was not sure about the weather of various places in Ala, so he only went with what had been given to him upon his arrival. Weather talk could be boring, but he ventured through it anyway, hoping to find a worthy candidate in the female to sort through the norms of it all.
Garth didn't know what kind of game the world was playing with him, but if he had a pretty partner involved, it would probably not be so terrible. The female, whose name he had not received yet, continued to speak after the appropriate pauses. She gave him an apology and he silently shook his head from side to side. Droplets of water sprayed in various directions, and he silently hoped they didn't touch her dry fur. It was enough to deal with facing a lady with a wet composure, but he would live with the shame, however short it was. "There is no need to apologize, m'lady," he countered, tones ringing deep and soft as he spoke. "I shouldn't have lowered my guard to where it was. You would think that since I have travelled enough miles in my life, I would know better."
His North Pole eyes glistened in the moonlight as he slowly reclined to his haunches. A soft thump echoed in the small, occupied area as his hind legs became accustomed to the wet ground. "I suppose not many wolves venture out to this part of the woods...unless the fog rolled in when I did?" Garth was not sure about the weather of various places in Ala, so he only went with what had been given to him upon his arrival. Weather talk could be boring, but he ventured through it anyway, hoping to find a worthy candidate in the female to sort through the norms of it all.