It's Not My Time
04-09-2013, 07:21 PM
Xenios was in a good mood and as soon as she had smelled Seracia on him she relaxed. Maverick had seemed to be a fairly nice wolf. In any case she trusted she wasn't going to attack him. She'd give his brute the benefit of the doubt and be friendly. She wasn't in the mood to be all wary and defensive anyways. It wasn't like she got to meet wolves her age, especially handsome ones. She had sat down. He sat down. She had cocked her head, and he cocked his head and smiled. She herself giggled at how silly it was that he was like a mime and gave him a soft smile in return. He seemed alright for another pack wolf. He didn't seem very inclined to attack her and in fact he seemed willing to even carry a conversation and return her question. "My name is Xenios. Xen for short. Whatcha doin' all the way out here for? A bit far from home, aren't you?" She questioned him lightly, not really caring that he was so far from home. She enjoyed the company of other wolves besides her father, and it didn't matter. He was a big boy and could take care of himself. She just wanted to keep the conversation going as well as sate her curiosity. "Speech" "He speaks" |