Nothing in This World
06-04-2013, 09:28 PM
Coincidence was a funny thing. While only moments before she had been alone, longing for the presence of another, Felicitas suddenly found herself in the company of a tiny stranger. The crunch of chubby paws through snow was the first giveaway?pups were notoriously loud, no matter how careful they might try to be. Their little bodies simply weren?t in the right proportions to achieve proper stealth. Add on top of that a foreign scent mixed thickly with the aroma of countless other wolves melded into one, and she was able to add the label ?pack wolf? on top of the youths list of abnormalities for one so far into neutral territory. "Did you do that?" Oh, bless his itty bitty heart. Felicitas could hardly suppress the croon that tried in vain to fill her chest as she turned to gaze upon the tyke. The she-wolf had always had a weakness for children, no matter the species. There was just something about their awkward bodies, innocent eyes, and thirst for adventure that turned her into putty; this little guy was no exception. He was quite the sight to see, his dark pelt standing out in stark contrast to the wonderland of white that surrounded them. Curious indigo eyes stared up at her with an air of anticipation, as if her answer would give him all he wanted from life. For now, that is. "No, little one," she mused, her voice holding its usual warmth with a healthy dose of affection thrown in for good measure. "You see, that right there is called a geyser. They shoot water that?s trapped in the ground up into the air during certain times of the year. Wonderful, isn?t it?" She couldn?t have stopped the words spilling from her mouth even if she wanted to, nor could she deny the pup anything as she lowered her head to his level, flashing a kind smile. What could such a young pup be doing in a place like this? He certainly smelled of a pack, though which one she was no sure. He seemed well fed, healthy, and in no form of distress. Perhaps he had simply wandered off? It was a common occurrence amongst pups; her own brothers had been quite the hellions in their time. The insistent pull to inquire on the subject was nearly overpowering, but for now she held it at bay. She felt it best to befriend the pup first before whipping out the big guns, no need to scare him off or worse. So consumed was she with the bundle of fur before her that she didn?t notice the presence of yet another newcomer until he had already settled on the opposite side of the geyser. A small gasp was the only indication she gave to just how much his sudden appearance had startled her. From there on, her expression melted back into one of serene contentment, blue eyes practically glowing in a silent welcome. "Good day to you, stranger." Her words were polite and laced with just a hint of amusement. Thus far the brute had yet to look directly at either of them, seemingly refusing to turn from his closed off position. Was he really so opposed to interacting with the mismatched duo, or was he simply being a bit moody? It was hard for her to tell, but either way she would remain seated with the same constant smile upon her muzzle, the picture of friendliness. 'Are the gods? truly so good as to give me not one, but two acquaintances this day?' "Speech" 'Thought' |