- i'll leave it up to you what you want to do about the wabbits.
"I wouldn't have thought that you would fear surprises, Datura."
His ears turned backwards and forwards a few times as he tried to pull apart the messages hidden in this statement. A pouty, unattractive frown creased his face. He knew there was something meaningful there, but there was so many other things in those words that it was hard to focus. Why would this stranger have any cause to think any particular way about him? Did Datura fear surprises? Oh yes. Should he? Probably not, it made him seem weak. Is that what this stranger thought of him or was the condescension just imagined? But there was something far more important than all those things.
This man knew who he was.
He shivered as the man stepped forward into the half-light. Of all the possible faces he put onto this man — nanook, slyscar, adonis — he did not anticipate the face that the moon illuminated for him. He had no name for this man, but he recognized him. Of course this man would have known his name, any wolf who had spent time in the Pass should have known Datura. He was the prince. Then again — Datura's ears swiveled backwards as the man's gaze brushed against his own — this man had been more than a prince the last time they had seen each other. He felt queasy. This man had been king. And in that moment Datura was lost. What was he to do? He could drop his eyes to this dominant wolf's paws and have done with it... yet this man had been away from the pass far longer than Datura had. Neither of them were on packlands at the moment, and so dominance shouldn't have been a question... And yet this man showed no sign of averting his gaze politely or apologizing.
He sighed. Apparently it would be left to him to pick up the slack here — but no worries, Datura had more than enough manners for the both of them. His eyes descended and he felt the tension leave him. His golden gaze started to drift elsewhere as he muttered and apology, and as they roamed the thin blanket of snow beneath his paws he noticed that he was standing on rabbit tracks. His tail rose optimistically. They were fresh. But he had eaten recently and it would be rude to abandon this stranger-acquaintance-former-king so abruptly. Querulously, his eyes flicked back up towards the dark man. He certainly could use some rabbits.
(This post was last modified: Nov 15, 2013, 12:27 AM by Datura.)