Where they meet....
10-29-2014, 09:58 PM
Trica settled down to lay on her forepaws, hind legs sprawled to the side as she basked in the shade. An uncomfortable silence hung over them, waiting to be broken. Her silver eyes peered around at her surroundings, audits swiveling from side to side as she became aware of another scent, a male wolf. Keeping her breathing even and her eyes dull, she continued to look around the shrine for the source of the scent, hoping that the gray femme wouldn't notice her discomfort. The dame's soft voice snapped her back into reality as she tried to recall the question asked to her. As she searched for a way to respond, the carnation-eyed wolf asked another. Though this time she had heard it. "Trica, my name is Trica," she breathed, chuckling at the gray wolf's formal name for her. "And sadly no...I actually was just wandering, looking for a way to rest my mind..."she trailed, picking up a hint of an emotion flooding off of the dame in front of her. What was this strange femme hiding from her... Speech, |