Downhill with no brakes

*Valentine* · 08-30-2014, 01:52 PM

The brute took his sweet time in getting to the meeting; there was no need to hurry, no need to exert himself when the call itself held no urgency. When at last he arrived, Valentine paused outside the small gathering to study those there. To say the least, he was disappointed in the turn out; although it was possible that despite his slow-poking it to the meeting he had arrived early. Two wolves were the current sum of his mother's labors and while one of them was an unknown to him, the other was familiar enough to command his attention the moment he laid eyes on her.

Slipping from the shadows, Valentine moved to join the meeting. He approached with panther-like grace; his steps silent, deliberate and characteristically slow. Every bit of him gave off a carefully sculpted air of nonchalance, although it was quite possible for the two relatives to guess it to be front. Soot-tipped ears would swivel to track the moments around him, but his eyes would stay riveted on the form of his sister. He approached her from behind, choosing to take a seat at Senka's side. It was then and only then that his eyes left her, moving to lock on Cataleya. For many moments he was silent, using that time to nod a greeting to his mother, although his thoughts would stay with his sister. The two, although littermates, were vastly different. In all honesty he wasn't sure how to address her, partially because of their differences and partially because of the time they had spent apart. He had changed. Perhaps she had too.

Using her name as a tentative greeting, he would speak, "Senka." This wasn't really the time for a real conversation, but at the very least he was hoping to get an idea of her mood. Perhaps she would be willing to speak to him later; he craved no particular conversation and had no real motive, simply desiring to shoot the breeze or whatever else she felt like shooting.

"Speaking" Thinking

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