Little darling, I feel like ice is slowly melting . . .

OOC: Sorry if I'm late replying >_< this table is being one hell of a rebel for some reason.

She wouldn’t have admitted it. The deep calm of the forest, only interrupted by the fresh current of clear water and the relaxing sound of soft grass moved by a slight air current was slowly taking her to a deep slumber. Eyes closed, she could feel how grey clouds moved outside of the dense cape of branches and leafs that moved above her tired body, adding to the soft lullaby the forest was dedicating to her. It wasn’t hot, in fact, the cloudy sky had brought some cold air from the mountains, and the temperature was perfect for Suvah’s taste.

With a foot still touching the real world, her mind began to walk among dreams, colors, and deep sounds. The she-wolf could hear the most beautiful of songs, distant, but filling her mind, intoxicating her. Losing all connections with the real world, she floated for who know how much time.

Paws. Paws touching the grass. A dark figure appeared in Suvah’s dreams, intoning the sweet melody that has now turned into an endless and distorted loop. She felt a sudden dizziness, losing the track of time once more. All of the sensations were so familiar, so near, but she couldn’t even think clearly enough to ask herself why.

Suddenly, she felt her black nose painfully cold, and all sounds that filled her mind with the warmest of atmospheres turned into the loudest noise she had ever heard. Amber orbs opened wide at the noisy sound of splashes near her. The young wolf’s hear gave a strong beat inside her chest, reacting to the overwhelming sensation. It just lasted for a brief second, however, and Suvah found herself suddenly staring at a strange presence. She stood up, unsure of what to do. She thought of running away into the forest before the other beast noticed her, but it was probably too late now. Her mind focused on the individual. It was a fae, probably not much older than her; she had a jet black pelt that stood up against the soft colors of the surroundings.

Suvah lowered her ear, and her muscles began to tense as she observed how the other was now pointing directly at her, sniffing the air, staring at her with her icy blue eyes. What if the vixen was aggressive? Although she wasn’t particularly big, she certainly looked impressive. The grey bitch stood her ground. With a front paw lifted instinctively, she started to sniff the air as well, making her best not to look directly at the stranger’s eyes. The scent was clearly familiar, but the adolescent couldn’t put her paw on where had she smelt it before.

“… Hello.” Responded Suvah, feeling more secure as she heard the other’s warm voice tone. Good thing the black figure wasn’t approaching, or else she would have probably attacked her on impulse. Still sniffing at the newcomer, she starting wagging her tail with a slow, confused motion. Who was her? Why was her scent so familiar? Maybe she was going crazy, knowing how much time had passed ever since she had entered in contact with other wolf. “Who…” Suvah paused, there was a much important question to ask first. “Are you from a pack?” she finally said, focusing deeper on the other animal, who seemed as confused as her. The young fae allowed herself to look at the other one’s eyes, still observing every single movement.

Here comes the sun, and I say . . .

It's  a l r i g h t.

Little darling, I feel like ice is slowly melting . . .

The orange-eyed wolf continued wagging her tail, half because of the confusion, half because of her nerves. As the other followed talking, she started to feel more and more trapped. Her body had the desire to escape from that place again, to run to her den and never return to the river. It was the easy way, after all; the way she had been taking for maybe too much time. “No.” She thought, shaking her head a bit as a deny to herself: she had to go through this.

“I’m alone.” The she-wolf stated, almost forcing herself to answer the other’s question, but feeling even slightly proud about it as she reminded how she had managed to survive alone for every single one of those months. It had been so much time since she had talked to anyone, though, and she was starting to doubt whether she had conserved her voice. It was… nice. But she wouldn’t allow herself to relax just yet.

Suvah gave an uncertain gaze at the dark wolf. She was smiling, yet she seemed to have something in her mind. The grey vixen approached a few steps, tail still in tension as her paws splashed through the clear water. There was something wrong about the other beast. Her pitch black ears facing the young one, she stood there, as if she was waiting for Suvah to allow her to do something. Her friendly smile started to become more and more tense as the uncertain adolescent carefully walked towards her, lowering her head as she reached her destination, feeling a tint of impatience in the air. “You fine?” the bitch asked, following a curiosity she hadn’t felt for quite a while. “You seem… nervous.”

The hesitant fae stopped, attentive, yet keeping a distant from the other. Even if she seemed friendly, she still had no idea about her intentions.

Here comes the sun, and I say . . .

It's  a l r i g h t.

Little darling, I feel like ice is slowly melting . . .

OOC: Argh, this sucks, I'm distracted -_-'

This situation was completely new to the inexperienced Suvah. She cocked her head in a quick movement, twitching one of her soft ears as she wondered why the other wolf was acting like that. A piece of her past flashed through her mind, quickly, reminding her how her father had taught her and her siblings to never relax in front of any strange, under any circumstances. Yet, the so-called Rebecca was there, confidently laying her wounded body in front of the younger.

The distorted image of her father appeared again. No matter how hard she had been trying, and no matter for how long, the enormous silhouette of her progenitor would never leave her, always coming back to her mind in the most difficult situations. “You can be the boss here, Su, fight her!” she almost heard him saying. Suvah got lost in thought. As her mental image was trying to tell her - she could have easily dominate over the other fae, and would probably have done so in any other moment; there was only one problem… she didn’t want to. She didn’t want to fight anymore, there was no need to hide. At least for now.

She could always run away if things went bad, after all.

“I’m Suvah” she greeted, voice filled with unwanted shyness. Her big head lowered to the other’s height, sniffing the black beast’s scent again, trying to get as much information as she could, if she could take any more. “Do you need some help?” the grey wolf asked, as kindly as she could. “I’m no healer, but I could try to catch something for you” She continued. “… if you wanted.”

Here comes the sun, and I say . . .

It's  a l r i g h t.

Little darling, I feel like ice is slowly melting . . .

OOC: Sorry about Suvah, she's too confused about herself to be friendly with anyone and live with it :P she still needs to get out of her shell. Also, Merry Christmas!

It was soon. Too soon. Suvah shrank at the sole thought of what she had just done. Offering herself like that to some stranger, was she going mad? They had just met; no wolf does that sort of offering to anyone. She looked away, embarrassed at herself, mind filled with secret relief as the other fae declined her proposal. And really was a relief. Not only she would have uncover a side of herself she still had to keep to herself; but she would have most likely failed. The grey animal looked at her still numb body. She was strong, and her paws allowed her to travel for hours, maybe days, without feeling any kind of slumber; at least normally, Still, every creature of nature has their own flaws, and if Suva had to point one of herself, it would be her lack of ability to hunt. The she-wolf shook her dark pelt, with too many things wandering on her mind, she found herself struggling, trying her best to promise herself not to be that foolish anymore.

She was alone. She couldn’t trust anyone.

Orange eyes faced the dark wolf once again, nose pointing at her, as if the young intended to keep Rebecca’s scent on her mind, making sure she wouldn’t forget it. Next time they’d meet in better conditions, Suvah was almost sure of that. But now her mind was demanding something of her, something she had seemed to forget for an instant: she wanted to be alone. No strange wolves, no preoccupations about how to act, no mistakes. Just her and her own business.

Suvah trotted a few steps away from the older vixen. She looked back at her, lowering her head as a sort of reverence, but with her eyes still focused on her face. “Take care, then”. Muscles became stiff as she waited for a response, and then headed back into the denseness of the forest, feeling how the sun had started to touch the soft grass again.

Here comes the sun, and I say . . .

It's  a l r i g h t.