Whispers In The Wind

Walk | Talk | Think

To her great relief, he did not seem put off by her less than welcoming behavior, merely smiling at her startling and rising slowly to his feet. Mercianne shifted a little nervously upon her paws, wishing she had decided to stay inside the pack's territory after all. The danger here seemed to be less than what she had anticipated when she had spotted the wolf, but there was no denying a better sense of safety within the Glaciem. But thankfully the stranger's smile was not twisted or malicious. If anything he seemed somewhat amused by her reaction and patient enough to overlook it for the sake of conversation. And so long as he kept the charade up she would be willing to play along.

He surprised her with an apology of his own, assuring her that giving her a start had not been his intent. No, she supposed it wasn't. If she could have made any guess she would have assumed him just to have been enjoying himself there beside the tree, nothing more. And she had come along to disrupt that peace. She couldn't bring herself to smile - not just yet - but she did manage to wag her tail in gratitude, eased by his gentle manner and kindness. All promising qualities to the skittish white wolf.

Needing to say something to fill the silence that she could feel beginning to stretch between them, Merci shifted her paws a little where she stood and glanced downward nervously. "I was just walking through. I didn't expect to see anyone." It felt like a pitiful attempt at conversation, leaving very little for the wolf in question to latch on to and talk about, but it was the best she could muster under the circumstances. She was still nervous by being away from home, made fearful of strangers by the bad encounters she had already had. She let herself claim one small victory in being out there at all by allowing her dark brown eyes to rise and meet Cherokee's timidly before drawing them away, always unwilling to cause a stir by that simplest of gestures.