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

The chill of the morning air inundated the whole terrain of the deep forest, relentlessly filling every sinuous path forming among the dry brushes of the season, flowing with the softness of silk caressing the warped bark of the numerous trees. Despite the painful cold which covered the ground in form of a mantle of white solid water, scents covered the place, much as they had been doing for probably a billion of years. Scents. The humid smell of dormant trees, the almost painful feel of snow, the distant cologne of the elusive prey, whose path left mellow little evidences in form of trails to follow… but no. It wasn’t prey what the young silver female was looking after on that rather pleasant morning. Ever since her fortuitous encounter with that young dark wolf… Triell Tainn, who generously agreed to share a part of his information and knowledge about packs with her, her mind had been unable to think clearly, restlessly trying to remind every detail of her conversation with him. That pack. The pack whose terrains rested not too far from her den, Swift River, she reminded, the same he had talked about… For some reason –perhaps because his kind words-, she had become much more interest and less fearful about it. Over the past days, the Avani had trailed with birr their rich scent, day by day, secretly hiding among the surrounding brushes, cautious, yet unnervingly curious. In the deep fogs of her being, she hoped to, perhaps, find out more things about them in one of her furtive escapades. Suvah knew doing that wasn’t the best of ideas, in fact, she was almost sure she would end up being caught with her terrible gawkiness… and who knows what would those individuals do to her if they found out.

Paws pushing against the bushy terrain, her weight lifted by her cautious stealth with every airy trot she took, the young wolfess approached the prohibited place, shrinking her body under the thick layer of bushes as she reached her destination. The smell was not so strong there, but it grew more furious with every single one of her strides, so she decided not to walk any closer. Perhaps this wasn’t the border itself, but it seemed to be good enough for her intentions… she didn’t want to get killed, after all.

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: late, sorry again! >_<

It wouldn’t be fair to say that the strange, unexpected voice thrown at her from among the brushes hadn’t startled her. It wouldn’t not only be unfair, but it would be the most obnoxious of lies. As it would be to say that she hadn’t jumped over her place, and as soon as she had lander on all fours, had caught her time to bring back that beat her heart had skipped. And, yet, there was more to come. Her ears tuckered slowly, an expression of pure panic crushing her silver features as she discovered whose was the identity of the one who had directed the unforeseen words to her. Although the voice fell into the well of things she didn’t recognize, the name given was hard to forget. Indru Tainn. Not that he hesitated to make his task well known; in fact, it was the first thing he did. Now, the young fae found herself struggling between escaping from the place as soon as her limbs would like to cooperate –which didn’t seem to be any time near-, or stay there and face her deserved punishment… whatever that was. But her mind wasn’t clear, a vast formation of ideas and questions covered her mind with the heaviest of fogs as a result to her more than apparent panic. And so, she came to a decision. Hindquarters inclined, her tail unable to find any other position that wouldn’t occupy the space between her limbs, she strolled forward, coming out of the brushes in a quick spur.

“I… I wasn’t looking for anything, sir” she said, voice broken, limbs almost trembling in deep fright. She didn’t reach to see him, as her eyes didn’t dare to draw themselves out of their permanent sight of the snowy floor of the forest, but his presence was, indeed, sort of overwhelming. The young wolfess didn’t quite reach to hypothesize whether if it was his title what was giving such an aura, his presence itself, or a mix of both. Either way, she found his presence crushing, breathtaking… yet familiar. Memories of his father rushed through her perplexed brain, as she came to the sudden conclusion that this was, perhaps, the first time she had felt this way ever since she had lost him. The respect he inspired, the bravery, the presence… every wolf had one of them, but any of them had them all. And this man over there, hell if he didn’t possess all of the three traits. At least it appeared like so.

Her shattered voice continued, strong beats of adrenaline still running under her thickened skin. “I just… someone told me about this pack… I was just following my curiosity” she mushed, no trouble found in admitting her error, yet she didn’t appear to be sure of pronouncing the name of the younger Tainn. She didn’t know with security what would happen to him if she told this leader about their conversation, or if it would make any change in her future as of the moment. “Listen, I… I’ll just go. I didn’t mean to cross your territory’s border, sir” the young voice finally apologized, thinking profoundly whether if this was the idoneous moment to let out those words or not.

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: let's hope she grows up to be less of a wuss x)

Just and instant passed in which the stout leader decided to look upon the impressed female, scanning all of her features with a critical eye before deciding to rise his stance just a little more, perhaps reasserting his outstanding position. While the young fae decided not to oppose in any way to his rules and decisions, the silence that flew between them stroke her submissive frame like the hardest of blows, and his constant stare and the realization of his ascending stance was not something she could take as lightly as she would have liked to. Amber optics hammered into her soul for the eternity of a second of potential danger, and when the brute’s husky voice started to flow out of his throat, the female could not help but to cling her feet into the cold ground, her digits sinking with the force of all her tensioned muscles as she waited for what was probably to be her death knell. But it was not death what the lips of the Tainn were willing to sentence, and the petrified youngster could not help but to rotate her ears to listen with the most devote of cares to what he had to say.

His words were lecturing, but his brief chuckle introduced a level of familiarity and comfort Suvah had yet to discover in any other wolf of the deep forest -at least the ones she had managed to bump into, with her now official ponderosity for having any kind of stealthiness-, and while they echoed hard into the shattered pieces of her lost pride, they certainly carried some sort of light for her perplex mind. She didn’t speak; instead, she lowered her head in acknowledgement of her boldness. When did she manage to turn into such a stupid creature? Was the curse of her solitary existence crushing her as much? It was certain that she hadn’t never been really moved by rules, for neither the past life she had existed nor the new one she breathed were ever that organized, however it was true that at least in the few first months of existence she had had some kind of guidance the lone wolfess was now obviously missing… Her parents. She had been trying to convince herself of her loneliness, to mold her temper around the shape of her new condition, but if her new personality was going to act with such carelessness by the lack of proper direction, the she wasn’t as sure of liking it or not… if she ever had had the certainty of being sure of such a thing.

Faded skull trembled in a slight jolt, and her thoughts were quickly drawn away by the renewed voice of the regal male. This time, a question was made; an interrogation she hadn’t even began to think about. Her head tilted in a slight motion while her eyes still explored the ground, an expression of either puzzlement or surprise. A home? Was that even possible? To ask for… a home? Her mind fought, a hundred possible responses being contemplated at a time in the funnel of her young brain. “I… um…” was all she could drag out of her voice chords. The silver girl didn’t even understand what the real concept of a home was. Not being born into the limits of a pack, all she would have called home back in the day of her loss disappeared among the tempestuous weather of the deadly mountains. Things being turned this way, the question of the male soon turned out to be one of the most difficult to respond she could have encountered. A home. While the concept did sound foreign, given the nature of her now extremely doubted –and even disliked- condition, it didn’t appear to be as bad as it had been once. Perhaps she should surrender? Should she give up her stubbornness and accept aid at once?

“To be honest, I’m not entirely sure of what was I seeking from you, sir” she spoke in an intent of putting her scattered self together at once. It was true, curiosity was all that had dragged her there, and yet now she hungered for more… she wanted to know, to meet the insides of a new opportunity… a new home. “You see, I’ve been what you would call a loner for all of my life, my father was an exiled alpha, I have no idea of what to expect from a pack” snout pointing away, she cringed in her insides at the savagery of her confession. The young Suvah was not one to tell the secrets of her life in such a brief manner, but given the tension of the unexpected situation, her mind didn’t seem to find a better solution or response. “It is true that I was just following my curiosity… I don’t know a thing about what a pack is or how it works” she finished her speaking, now even more confused about what was being clarified and what was not.

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 . . .

Familiar senses flowed inside of the silver wolfess’ stomach as the proud leader spoke again. His words were tempting, promising as well as astounding for the loner’s ears. Friends, safety and a home, such vocables were so strange, so alien to her; she could not help fur relieve a slight tint of envious poison inside of her veins. Even though she had never been educated in such a fashion, and although her toxic arrogance was still clicking in disagreement under the lid of her brains, she had to admit she found herself desperately trying to imagine what would it feel like to be part of a community, to be part of a pack.

And then, it happened. Her ears perked as the male continued talking, and she let her lenses look away from her usual position to observe a growing smile over his black lips. He had previously asked if it was a home she was seeking from them, but such a question had now turned into what appeared to be… an invitation? And not just any kind of invitation. The young fae looked away again to plunge herself under the quiet arms of timidness and emotion, the slight ghost of a smile curling up her lips as the beast finished his speech. This leader didn’t even know her, and yet he had hit every single soft spot of hers with just a few of his words. Her urge for knowledge, her desire for learning and experience… perhaps a pack could fulfill the needs she had oh so frustratingly left because of her own lack of methods to advance. Perhaps this was the only way to go, the way she had so ignorantly hided from for all of her staying over the borders of Relic Lore.

A slight wave of her tail was stifled from her still hidden tail, an effort of appearing more serious now made evident on her features. “I… I know Triell” she deponed her secret, a hammering shyness hitting her rump once again. Then, a silence of both hesitation and agitation filled the air among the two canine frames. “Would you accept me into your pack?” she finally asked, putting her pieces together as well as she could do with such a torrent of feelings flowing inside of her. The question was more genuine than a way of asking for acceptation, however. She, in all of her young innocence, couldn’t still figure out how such a regal wolf would accept a loner as family, or trust someone who had almost entered his borders in such a childish and ignorant impulse.

Here comes the sun, and I say . . .

It's  a l r i g h t.