Forgotten in a world that still whispers my name
11-20-2014, 12:24 PM
He'd watch her from the corner of his eye, not wanting their shining brilliance to give him away. She seemed curious, and young. Though as her scent washed over him he'd realize she was not so young. Her heat was more obvious than anything, and he would keep himself very much quiet and unmoving. He'd hear her call out in the tongue most, if not all, the northerners he'd encountered would speak in. Still, he wouldn't move, he would barely breathe. She knew someone was here, and like a cornered deer he would wait for the opportune moment to flee back to his mate. He had no business with a she wolf in heat, he'd gotten a taste of promiscuity, and he hadn't liked the effects in the least. |