ode to sad disco

The male would cry out with his own surprise, though it was more some sort of retaliation, or sign of aggression, that the female actually worried about. She would breathe in and out as she looked at him, still resting upon the ground, though on his stomach now. He would adjust his head so that he could look at her, forehead crinkled with a sign that might have been confused. Was he analyzing her coat? The thought made the fur on her body prickle. She had not chosen this coat! She had not chosen to be stained in these colors, and oh how it frustrated her being looked at like some freak by wolves who considered themselves "normal". But what was normalicy anyway? Was there really any difference between and them?!

Her mind was already racing, her stance ready to be defensive of who she was. The female would relax though when he spoke. Fabulously colored, huh? So this was not one of those wolves who judged her for the traits she could not control. She would let a small smile cross her muzzle, letting out a laugh. "No, though there are some beautiful gems lurking within these lands." The female would let herself slip more into ease, breathing out. Perhaps they had gotten off on the wrong foot, considering she almost ran him over.

"Sorry about that by the way. Guess I was... caught up in my mind." For a moment she would stare at the male and smile. "You have such rich browns in your coat. You remind me of my daughter in that aspect." Her words were softer. "Her eyes are green too. Tell me, you don't happen to originally lurk from a land called Lyenne, do you?" Could it be he was some distant relative? Not likely. But her mind was such a warped thing... wanting so desperately to find some sort of love. From family... children... Perhaps she would need to go find Fenris after this meeting. He'd make her feel better again, just like last time.

"Speech"
'thoughts'