Good To See You
07-12-2015, 12:47 PM
Walk | Talk | Think Miksa planned not to travel too much further, intent upon getting back to his pack's lands within a timely manner. There was still plenty to do there, much more that he knew he needed to accomplish in order to reach the level of helpfulness that he aspired for. This aimless trip was not quite so helpful to him in comparison to what he could have been doing back in Threar - back home - but it did help to soothe the longing in him for the comforting familiarity of the north and returning to the pack would be that much easier for it. The boy's thoughts strayed back to the pack and his place in it, considering what else he could do in order to better find and hone in his skills, but they were not allowed to remain there. Over the quiet ambiance around him, the sound of someone's rapid approach was faint at first but quickly grew louder and louder the closer they came to him. Miksa stopped, a look of worry pinching his brow at its center as he turned his head with his tan ears perked and his yellow eyes searching. Who was it? Had he unknowingly done something wrong? He fidgeted once, unable to stop the nervous motion, and just barely stopped his ears from falling back against his head as the dark shape of the swiftly moving wolf reached him. Recognition did not come quickly to him; the young wolf looked almost a stranger now, thin, scrawny, and lacking that spark of life about her that Miksa had envied so much from the beginning of their acquaintanceship. Vaguely he thought she resembled that wolf from before - those eyes were hard to forget - but it took her naming him for everything to fall into place. Eyes widening just a touch he echoed her name in surprise, "Esarosa?" It had to be her; he knew so few and so few knew him, it just had to be her. He tried to speak, opened his mouth twice to do so, but the words evaded him as his mind struggled to keep up with the situation. She was one of the last wolves he expected to find here. "How-- What are you doing here?" Miksa asked gently, still in shock. There so many more questions - Was she well? Had she followed him? Did she hate him for not trying to tell her he was leaving? Where was she staying now? - but some he feared asking and others he fears the answers to. He only stared at her nervously, concerned for the apparent state of her being and worried what their separation might have done to their friendship. |
