I miss the tone of your heartbeat

He rolled his shoulder back; letting some of the tension that had built up in his bones dissipate as he pushed his way through the woods. He missed his home, but it was no more, his emerald eyes scouring through the terrain, glancing up at the stars above him. On his current path, he was heading northwest, and he could see the mountains in the distance. Возможно, моя дорогая сестра, мы скоро воссоединимся. He’d never stop looking for her. He was certain that she would have continued on her course after he had lost her scent from time. Thunderstorms had slowed him down, and eventually her scent trail had been lost.

She had probably pushed ahead recklessly through the storms, that was just what she would do. Chosovi would likely meet her end that way, he was sure. The protector felt responsible… often times he pushed others aside, making it very clear that he found his own wellbeing more important than that of anothers, but his dear sister had been one of the few exceptions to that persona… like she could eat through the cold exterior he’d adopted after their father’s death.

He sighed, breathing in deep, looking for some sign of another life, whether it be some company or something to eat. He’d been starved of both, one much longer than the other, and either was welcome in his book. He could hear the rushing of water – he’d been following its path to guide him to some kind of civilization. Where there was water, after all, there was life.

I miss the tone of your heartbeat

There were sounds, noises that caused the Russian brute to turn, his ears flattening against his skull, breathing in the scents around him again. He could already tell it wasn’t his sister, but perhaps it was someone who had already seen the equally dark woman… he carefully weaved through the forest, towards the river, his emerald eyes locking on the unfamiliar form. “Здравствуйте мадам.” He greeted in a low tone, not quite knowing which language those native to this section of land spoke. His parents had both spoken Russian, but many in the pack had spoken English so he was familiar with both, though he preferred the tongue of the motherland. “H-He-Hello.” He greeted, his English rusty from his time alone, and before that the time with his constant companion he’d found in his sister.

“Как вас зовут??” He asked, trying to get formal greetings out of the way. “W-What’s your n-name.” He was careful to enunciate each syllable to make sure he didn’t slur together what wasn’t supposed to be slurred. His safest bet was just to talk in both until he became familiar enough with the dictional patterns within the forest and surrounding territories. This place was strange, held a strange aura to it. He’d detected it almost immediately… but perhaps he was just a superstitious old man in a younger body… perhaps an incorrigible feat... but perhaps not, if he could only figure out where the hell Chosovi had gone.

I MISS THE TONE OF YOUR HEARTBEAT

It seemed she spoke English, so the foreign man was forced out of his comfort zone, much preferring the tongue of the motherland to that of those native to these parts. “Kaga Andreevich.” His accent was thick, his ears perking as he turned his head, spotting the other wolf who had joined the party. “I’m n-new to ts-these parts.” It was always certain sounds that tripped him up, wanting to replace ‘th’ sounds wth ‘ts’. “очень приятно!” He wasn’t entirely sure of what it translated to in English (it was the equivalent of nice to meet you!) because he’d never entirely paid attention to manners – that had been his sister.

“Where… here..?” Did she know anything about these lands, about his sister who no doubt was roaming aimlessly through these parts with her dubious sense of adventure and rather annoying penchant for finding trouble no matter where her paws took her. He was his sister’s keeper, and losing the keepee wasn’t the most formidable of jobs for the test. He turned, glancing at the other wolf who was still off in the distance, seeing if perhaps she had heard the question and had knowledge of her own to impart.