Never Here nor There
Neither did she travel as far of as quickly as she would have liked before a voice surged forward from the stillness of the lands. Her hackles rose to bothered points along her back whilst tail curled indignantly at its tip, then straightened to a level angle in an apparent displace of discomfort. Had she forced her limbs to work against their strain, she might have placed more ground between herself and the approaching other. But such would have been the fortune of the gods?whom clearly did not favor the lone, wandering leaf.
Only one step more and then the leaf drew to a pause. She did not yet turn to look at the male, rather opened her nostrils and let his scent tell her what she readily needed to know. A packwolf? No? the scent of a collective did not mar his musk. There was only the aroma of the wild itself, so strong that its essence provided for her an imagine of what manner of land he had crossed. And the scent was deeply engraved?perhaps a native of these lands?or a longer traveler than she. In either regard, he was of no threat to her?no army to summon?no backing to his intentions.
Carefully she turned her muzzle over her shoulder, retraining her rigid stance though masked with the face of practiced neutrality. Her ears twitched in response to his words as if the echo were still resounding within the delicate, pale flesh. Lost?no. She was simply where she needed to be. As long as there was ground beneath her paws and sky stretching endlessly overhead, she would not be lost?simply existing where she may. And thusly, in response, ever silent as the dawn just before the grace of the sun, she shook her head to the dark visage.
"Speak" | 'Sing' | 'Think' | Act