Nouveau Parfum
The girl rolled on her perch, covering herself with a light dusting of snow. For a moment the yearling lay on her side listening, scenting the cool winter air. Lids slid open as she smelled the stranger; Estelle rose into a sitting position turquoise gaze scanning for the unknown male. She was oblivious to any thoughts the boy might have about avoiding socialization instead she was suddenly overwhelmed by her own emotions… This was the first wolf in these new lands that she had ever met and that in itself was exciting but it was also scary… She wasn’t on equal footing with most wolves, she was beneath them; or at least that’s what she had always been told. Fixing the stranger with an intent stare Estelle finally spoke. "Salut!" She lowered her gaze as she drew attention to herself, ducking her head and pulling ears back slightly, her tail wagged weakly as she held a submissive pose. It was only after the words had left her mouth did it occur to her that the wolves here might not speak her tongue… she knew only a little English but not quite enough to hold intelligent conversation and she certainly didn’t know any other languages. Well now she just had one more thing to worry about. |