Toil and Trouble, Boil and Bubble
10-30-2014, 02:05 PM
'Astrid Frost... What a beautiful name!' He thinks to himself after the woman gives him her name, his smile widening a tiny bit as she halfheartedly grins back at him. She didn't seem as interested in him as he was in her, but that was okay. He was used to being the spunky one when it came to meeting new wolves. When she comments on the rain, and says it will rain sooner or later, his grin starts to fade. Mismatched gaze flicks upward again, his eyes beholding the massive sea of grey above them. "I'm hoping it doesn't, I don't know where I would wait out the rain. I don't know this territory." His gaze falls back down to align with hers, his skull cocking slightly as he ponders the possibility of having to wait out the storm.
The thoughts of the storm start to fade as she turns her attention back toward what she was doing before he had interrupted, and instantly his curiosity is ensnared. When she tosses away the piece of bark with a roll of her eyes, his auburn ears fold against his skull. Why did she just do that? She seemed pretty concerned with her herbs earlier... Then she mentions a smell. "Smell?" He questions, his neck extending toward her so he can sniff in her direction. He inhales some air through his nose, and after a few moments he starts to feel a little light headed. Weird... how could a smell do that to him? "Oh, I see what you mean now." He says with a lighthearted chuckle. "What were you testing anyways? What does that... stuff.. do to you?" He didn't know the difference between a pine and maple leaf, so he had no idea what was ground up in her little pile of paste.
"Speech"
'thoughts'