Traveling Wanderer

This fellow had the look of a trouble maker. Her playful question brought an expression onto his face, as he made a joking reply and a wink. Kavdayas chin lifted as a low laugh rippled from her jaws. “Hardly beautiful. And, you’d be surprised, that isn’t the strangest courtship routine I’d have heard of among the animal kingdom. Musk oxen slam their heads together from a running start hard enough to make the ground shake.” She stated this with surety; she’d watched the display before. Those creatures were shaggy and huge, and she was amazed they didn’t have headaches from all the head butting.

His groan as he stood sharpened her attention on him, her eyes again studying his frame to watch for any favoring of legs or wincing. However, he seemed alright, shaking off the dirt and leaves from his coat. She stepped out of range of the flying debris, blinking against a snowflake landing in her eye. The white flakes were falling more steadily now, and had grown in size. She glanced up at the sky, momentarily enjoying the mesmerizing snowfall for a moment before falling to Deivads frame.

“So, if I may be so bold as to ask, where do you hail from, Deivad?” It was a conversational question, and her gentle smile encouraged him to continue. It had been a while since she had last interacted with a fellow wolf. She started toward the den, offering him to follow with a wave of her fluffy tail. It was large enough to easily fit three large wolves.

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