Preparing a Feast

*Quintus* · 04-15-2014, 05:42 AM

His blunt introduction had been awkward, and he was fully prepared to feel uncomfortable for some time. Quintus was not the most social of wolves, though he was far from shy -- he shifted uncomfortably from one paw to the other. His worries subsided slightly when the apparent leader of the hunt acknowledged him. He swore he saw the gears turning in her head, trying to figure out just who he was. A smirk toyed with the corners of his lips, his head dipping lightly in response to her. He made a mental note to find out all of these wolves' names -- he didn't know a single one of them.

Another wolf spoke to him, from his side. Slowly he turned to gaze at Lyric. Immediately her scent reminded him of Erani, his adoptive grandmother -- perhaps this girl was family as well, albeit not by blood? Either way, she was rather pretty, he realized abruptly. His tail would flick behind his seated frame. "Nice to meet you," he whispered back, a grin growing on his lips. He almost seemed polite in that moment, though mostly was amazed at this stranger's beauty and wanting even the shortest conversation with her.

But they would be ushered forward soon enough. Quintus would trail near the group, not wanting to find himself too far in front of the group, nor so far behind that he lost their trail. His ears would remain perked, willing to listen and try his best to follow along.

"Speech."

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