Rare Find

Walk | Talk | Think

His rosy eyes fixed themselves on the stone structure with a startled look, his jaw slightly agape as he stared openly at it and then the small pond that sat within its center, sheltered by the stones around it. He had seen nothing like it before, not at the mountain his father was so partial to or where Covari had sat upon the Range, and he wondered briefly how it had come to be. His imagination was not quite so fanciful to drag up an explanation of his own, but Eirik was already making a mental note to himself to bring Warja here the next time they got a chance. She was the adventurer; if anyone would be able to spin a story based on past exploration then it was likely to be her.

He had stopped upon getting distracted by the structure, not yet treading within, and made a small turn in place, his dark paws slowly drawing him around while his gaze shifted to assess the surroundings for anything he might have missed initially. A small figure in mostly white had appeared there nearby and for a very quick moment he thought he might have been found out, that his mother had been sent to fetch him and take him back to Secretua in order to complete the job he had there as one of its sole Guards. But even as he did a double take to proper stare her way, the panic at being found out nearly seizing his heart in those initial seconds, he relaxed just as quickly. Not mom. That was good.

It was easy to understand why he had mistaken her for his petite mother. They appeared to be roughly the same height, both composed of a base of lovely white. But there the similarities appeared to end. This girl's coat was broken by bits of pale brown, the color sitting across her tail, coating a paw, both ears and, as she drew close enough for him to notice, running in thin, wavy stripes beneath each eye. Her eyes, too, were not pink but green, a light shade of it that, though soft, still seemed to stand out.

Overall, she might have been pretty, if not for the unimpressed, rather guarded look that sat upon her face, one that suggested to him any interest she had in coming this way really had nothing to do with him. Was it the shrine then? Because he felt he had to, being the son of a newly instated pack leader and all, Eirik straightened up where he stood, trying rather unsuccessfully to adopt the same serious sort of manner that his father typically exuded. "Hey," was what he offered in simple greeting, mostly because it was all he could think of on the fly. "You here to look at the shrine?" Well of course she was, his thoughts countered, too late after he had already said the words aloud. She certainly had not come this way to see him.