lionheart [bacchus]

The wolf’s jade gaze was stuck to the ground at his feet, his smile still playing along the ends of his lips so slightly as he tapped the ground with his nails. It made a lovely click – not that he had expected anything other from tapping on rock. He glanced up again, unable to focus on one thing when his need for everything was so strong. He looked upwards, scanning the pale sky again. Although the gray was a rather ugly color, it was still amazing. The whole sky, all the same, thick and stuffy color. He locked on to a particular snowflake, watching with adoration as it danced downward in a zig-zagging pattern. It was impossible to tell where it would land. A soft, melodic laugh left the creature’s lips as the puff of white settled finally on his nose. He grinned, watching it admiringly for the few seconds it had left. It quickly melted away into nothingness.

Suddenly then, a voice drew his attention. He had been so engrossed in the scenery that he hadn’t noticed the stranger approaching, and it startled him a tad when the inquisitive greeting parted the airy chorus of the wind. ”Oh!” a ginger gasp left Nagendra’s slightly parted jaws as he turned his head to look over his shoulder. The surprise evident in his raised eyebrows and curious eyes soon sank into puzzlement as he drank in the sight of the stranger. At first, he thought that it was the light playing strangely across his fur. And then, he thought, it couldn’t be. Was it a scar? A stared for only a second more (for staring was rather rude), and then, thankfully in the small amount of time he allowed himself, he realized that it was the very color of the boy’s fur! How strange! A smile blossomed immediately on his face, showing the tips of his teeth as kindness crinkled his cheeks. ”Hello,” he said, turning fully to face the younger wolf. Blinking and still smiling, he met the stranger’s gaze. Such a beautiful red! And the markings on his fur – like nothing he’d ever seen! He was young, too. Less than a year old. He must’ve had family around here, Nagendra pondered. Was he trespassing? He hadn’t smelled anything, but then again, error could worm its way into anything.

"I'm not intruding on anyone's home, am I?" he asked, his melodious voice forming each syllable with dainty care. Tall ears cocked forwards, his gaze shifting briefly left and right, as if testing the surroundings again. Then again, he didn't suppose a child would be too upset about an intruder (at least, one as amiable as Nagendra).