Lets dance, baby

She could tell she had completely thrown the wolf, he seemed uncertain and on the verge of turning aggressive. For the first time it broke through the fantasy she had created in stepping onto these magical lands, and she could see what a fool she had been in stepping up to this stranger in his sleep. She couldn't understand the emotions churning about inside of her, she knew that she wanted something to do with this wolf but she could not for the life of her decide what it was. She watched him in silence as he struggled with his own thoughts an d she would come to a second realisation, he was injured. She realised then that she had snuck up on a strange, injured wolf in territory he was likely not going to expect a stranger, boy, she had been a fool.



He would sway, his shock had put him on his paws too soon, marking her as doubly the fool as she realised she was also hurting this wolf. She cooled her fires, backing down as her smile turned more serious and the blaze in her golden eyes cooled. She took a few steps back, to give him some space and to show him she meant no harm. He would speak again, his tones strange, his words undecipherable, she backed up another few steps, but not yet willing to turn her back on this stranger. She sat again, flattening her ears in a submissive still, trying to tell him she meant him no harm. She had no clue why he was injured, in fact she could see the trail of blood that ran from his neck and she whimpered softly, apolitically. She wanted to speak, to tell him she had been foolish and she was sorry, but what was the point? He would not understand her words. Instead, she had to speak through actions and she sought about herself for a moment until she found a large, and suitable leaf. She picked it up in her jaws, looking at him and yipping very softly, her tail giving a slight wag behind her before falling still again. Would he get the message? That she wanted to help?

"Speech"
'thoughts'