Walking In Circles

*Miksa* · 11-06-2014, 12:20 AM

Walk | Talk | Think

The spindly branches of the tree parted gently and allowed him to pass as he left the space beside its trunk and began walking among them properly, his pale paws slow and listless with each step. As suited him, he continued to fret and worry, allowing his thoughts to consume him so wholly that he paid less attention to where he was going and what he was passing. If he had been a little more observant, a little more aware, Miksa might have seen the other youth who had designated this odd wood as her romping site but as it was he was oblivious. At least until the pup called out.

Her words might not have been meant for him, but the sound of her high voice carried his way, causing his tanned ears to perk at first and then swivel, breaking him of his dismal reverie and planting him firmly back within reality. Someone was here. Blinking his yellow eyes back into focus, the youth lifted his head and turned it in the direction the young voice had called from, and though he spotted her the girl's attention appeared preoccupied. Which was likely going to be a problem as she continued to run his way.

With his ears beginning to splay, Miksa was caught in such a debilitating case of indecision that though he had enough time to call the girl's attention to him he only managed to part his jaws and mutter a quiet, "Uhhh," before she collided with his side. The white youth stumbled slightly, releasing a quick breath in a whispery, "Oof!" as he caught himself from tumbling down either on top of the girl or beside her. On the plus side, she was still a small thing so she had not hurt him, or herself he hoped, though she had been traveling fast. But to be sure Miksa angled his muzzle downward, peering at the smiling pup that lay tangled between his paws with nervous concern. "Are you okay?"

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