Tribal Chants and Dances

*Surreal* · 11-02-2014, 02:15 AM

This was getting to be fun. She could see when his guarded nature slowly began to turn to intrigue, his body beginning to mimic her own neutrality. As he mimicked her gesture once again, and repeated her word, she smiled, her unruly tail beginning to wave again. He caught on very quickly, just like her children had. And then he added a new level of delight by repeating the paw to the ground and uttering what she guessed was the word for ground in his own tongue. Eager as ever to learn, she repeated in his language as best as she could. ?Ground? Her eyes looked to his for approval.

Not only was he willing to teach that word, he added onto the lesson by stirring the sand with his paw and speaking a different word. She caught on swiftly, tail picking up a beat in the incessant wagging. ?Sand?, she pronounced, then added in her own language, ?Sand.? Her eyes fell on a shell and she smiled, leaning forward enough to nudge it with her nose. ?Shell.? Mismatched blue and golds lifted up to meet the solid gold gaze, her own twinkling with pleasure at this interaction.

Surreal had a large family, but she had few friends beyond her blood relations who weren?t also either mated into the family, related to those mated to the family, adopted into the family, related to those adopted into the family, or some other manner of relation. Maybe this southern stranger would be a new friend who had no blood ties, mating ties, or any other ties to the family. It had been years since she had seen the pup Creed, or the male Cross and his sister Orica. She did sometimes wonder what had become of them. Liberty could have been a friend, if all the events that had come about hadn?t happened.

A lot of what she hoped for rode shotgun in her expressions and posture, her frame having turned from neutral to carrying a touch of hopefulness and delight. She wanted a friend.

Login
Username:
Password:	Lost Password?
	Remember me