Overtime

She stopped as he did; standing still as he circled around. It was an odd way to turn and face her, but no matter. A slight smile appeared on her maw even as he seemed to mirror her position - or was she mirroring his? Either way, her own head was tipped with curiosity clear upon her face. That look was briefly replaced by a look of confusion; he hadn't been looking for something? It seemed like he was. Perhaps - ah. Well, a game might explain it. "A game?" she inquired. What sort of game?  "A searching game?" If so, that would clarify the little issue there. It had to do with an object, though, she surmised, as the male's gaze turned to the thing. She wasn't quite sure of his fascination of the object herself, and she found her gaze turning quickly back towards him, studying him.

His face, that she could see of it at this precise moment, was as interesting as the rest of him.. and maybe a bit captivating. Handsome, certainly, despite the diffidence that seemed to grace it. That thought, of course, sent annoyance pinging through the warrior - she was not here to ogle males right after she was done with her heat; perhaps it was a good idea that for the entire season she didn't see another wolf. Who knows what would have happened? Nothing good, likely. Of course, nothing good was happening of this either, even as the male questioned her about why she was there. To her surprise, she found herself answering nonchalantly - and honestly.

"Boredom," she shrugged, gaze returning to meet his, as if she hadn't spent the last minute just staring at him. "Checked this place out because I had nothing better to do, and I kept going because I smelled you, and I was curious." Well, she couldn't get more honest than that. As he kicked the piece of metal towards her, she lowered herself to nose it, wrinkling it. It smelled like all the other pieces of crap in the field, and... eugh. She raised her head to look back at the male, her head tipping once more in askance about the object.


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