au revoir
07-12-2015, 12:02 AM
A pang of hunger in the male's belly drove him onward. His paws trampled heavily through the snow, moving swiftly as he sought out the scent of prey. He was looking for an easy meal, and wasn't seeking anything that would require stealth. Something that would be easily startled and caught off guard in the dark of night. He knew he should have been with the pack now, gathering the others for a hunt and making a name for himself, but he couldn't bring himself to care enough right now. They would be fine without him. Although... it did seem that the prey was still scarce around here. His belly rumbled loudly, but he ignored it, trudging on.
He halted suddenly, his nose raised to the air, smelling something other than rock, snow and tree bark. But the scent that reached his nose was not that of prey - it was another wolf. He wondered who else was wandering under the cold moon, and found himself drawn to the scent. Xephyris nearly didn't see her in the shadows of the trees, her snowy frame blending in with the surrounding white. Movement was the only thing that gave her away. He slowly padded closer with his tail lifting into the air, having no intention of startling the woman, but intent on meeting her.
"Moonlit greetings, maiden," he said in a low, rumbling tone as he approached her, silver eyes scanning over her frame, "What is a fine young lady such as yourself doing out here all alone?" The words spilled from him without much thought. He had no idea if he would offend or frighten the green-eyed lady, for he was unpracticed in his social communications. But for some reason he hoped she would not find his nature too abrasive. He'd never had much interest in what others thought, but tonight felt a little different, and his ears perked in anticipation of what she would say in response to his approach.
He halted suddenly, his nose raised to the air, smelling something other than rock, snow and tree bark. But the scent that reached his nose was not that of prey - it was another wolf. He wondered who else was wandering under the cold moon, and found himself drawn to the scent. Xephyris nearly didn't see her in the shadows of the trees, her snowy frame blending in with the surrounding white. Movement was the only thing that gave her away. He slowly padded closer with his tail lifting into the air, having no intention of startling the woman, but intent on meeting her.
"Moonlit greetings, maiden," he said in a low, rumbling tone as he approached her, silver eyes scanning over her frame, "What is a fine young lady such as yourself doing out here all alone?" The words spilled from him without much thought. He had no idea if he would offend or frighten the green-eyed lady, for he was unpracticed in his social communications. But for some reason he hoped she would not find his nature too abrasive. He'd never had much interest in what others thought, but tonight felt a little different, and his ears perked in anticipation of what she would say in response to his approach.