Traveling Wanderer

Kavdaya heard the male assure her that he was alright, but she had heard that out of many of the injured wolves she’d helped in her travels. She’d also caught the slight narrowing of his light green eyes as he’d sat up. So when he thanked her, but then refused the offer of the bark, she gave him a stern look that everyone she’d known in the Nomads had mastered. That long, steady, stare. Though one ear flicked back as he explained what had happened. It certainly wasn’t something Kavdaya would have tried; she preferred being in contact with the ground.

He introduced himself, and she dipped her head slightly in a nod. “A pleasure, Deivad.” A mischievous twinkle lit in her eyes as she glanced up at the willow boughs. “Do you fall from willow trees often, or was this a first impulsive attempt at joining the birds in their perches?” The tease was gently spoken, with no attempt at barbing the male in her voice.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think