Walk Through History

Walk | Talk | Think

With a polite dip of his head the intriguingly colored wolf accepted her greeting, though his repetition of her name caused her lips to quirk uncertainly. Somehow he had managed to misinterpret her last name, stating it in a way that she did not, and for a brief second she was torn between propriety and pride. She wanted very much to correct him, to have him know her name as it was intended to be spoken, but at the same time she knew it would be rude to point it out, to fault him for his slight misstep. Oh, the confines of etiquette, she wondered to herself, surprised, for the first time in her recollection, to feel restrained by the same rules that she followed her entire life by.

Judas. No last name, just simply Judas. It was peculiar to her that his name should be so simple, so plain. Did the wolves of his home not take pride in their heritage as hers did, encouraging the usage of a name to signify which of the well known families they were associated with? "A pleasure, Judas," she responded with a nod of her head, hiding her thoughts behind her well practiced smile.

Whatever his upbringing, whatever his home life like, the wolf did at least have a decent sense of etiquette. He apologized for taking her time and admitted to having very little interaction with others. Did he not have a home of his own then? "No, you are perfectly fine," she assured him with another pleasant smile, her tail giving a few slow, reassuring wags. "I am still becoming familiar with this land myself, and walking with company is certainly more enjoyable than doing so alone," she professed, gladly accepting his presence there with her. For a second her golden eyes turned curious and her smile turned slightly more interested. "I don't suppose you know exactly where it is we are? I know only where I am in proportion to my home." Names of places still evaded her, but with practice she hoped to become very familiar with all of those territories that bordered and neighbored hers.