i'll put a flower in your hair

She would turn around to look at him and Soren felt his breath catch. He was so enraptured by the female’s appearance he was unaware of the approaching of another wolf, not until he spoke anyways. The monochromatic boy spun around just as the girl ran past him and stared for a moment into a rug of purple fur… slowly hazel gaze rose up to view the wolf attached to the nebular pelt. Taking an unconscious step back Soren attempted to put his thoughts in order. There were more of them!

Suddenly all too aware that his gaze was jumping between the two wolves, mentally thanking the darkness of his own pelt which helped to hide the blood gushing to his face, the boy suddenly cemented his gaze to the ground at his paws. The girl spoke and still hazels remained glued downwards. “Soren.” So far so good. “Yes! Well I mean no? I mean I don’t really have a home? I mean I guess I was born here… not here actually…” Good gods he was blathering. What was it about these two that had managed to throw him off so much? His tongue might as well have been a limp leaf for all the good it was doing him.