LIKE THE SHADOWS

"Creedance Voltaire..." the foreigner murmured aloud, looking skyward for a minute and repeating the syllables a few times before returning to the present. "A stranci name of many beauty. I am d--"

Another creature appeared in the moment and it made Mijrofa pause for a moment to watch the situation unfold between his new "friend" and the one who lived here. The explanation of the where and whyfores of his presence there died somewhere in the dramatic atmosphere of the meeting. The darker wolf scratched under his chin and shifted uncomfortably. He'd been intending to court the stranger, but the events lead him to believe that he was already "taken" by this Angel person.

I should be grateful, at least, he thought to himself. I should have asked if this one had a partner already. At least I hadn't gone out and gotten any eggs or flowers or anything first. A mistake such as this one is quite unbefitting someone of my honorable clan and breeding. He took another look at the rather militant-looking female who had appeared from the fog and addressed the other fellow. Hmm... she appears maybe a bit sick, maybe a bit angry, but not at me in particular, so it is fortunate that nobody has witnessed my blunder.

So he gathered his feet below him and sat straight up, putting all the dignity he could muster into his mannerisms, clearing his throat. If this really was this female's territory, it would be impolite to speak before being directly addressed, but he began to doubt that too. They always seemed to have different rules here.