ode to sad disco

She seemed guarded for a moment, tense and ready to burst. But when his own civil tone was revealed, the larger wolf relaxed. She laughed, and dismissed his hypothesis. So far, everyone he had met had been so beautiful, so brilliantly different and special. It made him feel a bit naked, but he had overcome the feeling of self-doubt and reaffirmed his traveler’s mindset; he was a visitor in this strange place, and all of its beauty – its wolves included – was something for him to experience and enjoy. ”And you must be the queen of them all, then,” he said smoothly, a faint smirk dancing across his face as he unabashedly took the opportunity presented.

She would then apologize, explaining to an extent. ”Ah, that’s alright,” he said, tipping his head slightly to the side. He’d then pull himself up to his feet, shaking himself free of any bits of dirt and leaf he’d picked up from the ground. Turning his smiling face back to the other wolf, Nagendra would cock his ears forward as she noted aloud the similarities between him and her daughter. The man’s smile became tinted with a faint, sympathetic melancholy. ”No, I’m afraid not. Never heard of it,” he said, sorry that his resemblance led nowhere.