it's an exploration, she's made of outer space

The male regarded her for a moment or two, succeeding in making her uncomfortable in record timing. Those dark orange eyes were so eerie in that phantom mask, it wasn't something she liked focused on her. However, he let out an irritated huff and dropped back onto his rear with a muffled thud. The dove watched him curiously, the autumn night daring to try and work it's fingers deeper into her wiry coat. She shook her lean bodice, dispelling the air's silly notions. He offered a promise, well, not a promise, but he explained that he wouldn't harm her. She scoffed at this, lip curling in an amused sneer while her nose scrunched up. As if. Northern wolves weren't to be trusted, and that was a simple fact of life. One she'd been taught for a long time. 

She eyed him warily still, not willing to let her guard down. The phantom could not be trusted, and he gave no indication that should dissuade her from this. Her audits remained lowered toward her delicate skull, not willing to let him think he had her relaxed. That would not be the case at all. Her ebony dipped banner swung to and fro at her hocks, displaying her distrust even further. Maybe it would be better if she simply left, and watched the stars another night. A small sigh escaped her, at the injustice of it all. Her safety was important, obviously, but it was such a perfect night for stargazing. The cosmos above begged to be marveled at, they called to her like the sea. She loved the vastness, craved to be out in the infinite sky, exploring it. Just as she did the ocean all around her. But alas, life had been so cruel as not to lend her wings. Her whiskey gaze drifted back to the male, waiting for him to decide what he might do.