Lighthearted banter was a much needed change from her daily routines, and she reveled in it. Their back and fourth had been so easy, as if they had been friends for years rather than an hour or so. It felt nice to speak that way again, and she could feel the wolf she was before everything happened, slipping out. Confidence once again graced her steps, and goodhearted sarcasm rimmed her mind. Words were no longer forced, and able to flow freely from her mind and out of her mouth again. "Oh you are. I can tell. I bet you eat helpless puppies right out of the den." She tried her best to speak through the giggling, and she thought she did a pretty good job at it. Her creamy tail flew side to side still, in a seemingly endless pendulum. His words flew into her ears again, and spoke of a meeting place. Actually, that wasn't a bad idea. It could be somewhere neutral. Away from the den site she shared with her family, and likewise for Lachesis. "I think that is a great idea, but where exactly?" Of course, the thought of a meeting place only reminded her that there would be a need for such things.For every step forward, she wished to take two steps back. Each second spent with him filled her with joy, and she was almost afraid of losing it. He was a lighthouse, calling through the fog, beckoning those around to safety. She was a ship, lost in the dark. Capella wanted nothing more than for him to stay in the eerie woods with her, but she knew that it wouldn't be right. He had a friend whom he was loyal to. Or at least it seemed that way, as her scent was intertwined with his. For all she knew it could have been his mate.
Curiosity sparked in the young wolf's mind, and a question came that she just couldn't refuse. Actually, she couldn't believe it hadn't flooded out of her mouth earlier. "What is your companion like?" Once again, the words came pouring out before she even had time to wonder if it was rude to ask, but she couldn't help herself. Honest curiosity was another one of her less desirable traits, but the fae was always sincere in her questions. Was the she wolf he was closest to sweet, or bitter? Did they travel with anyone else as well? His life fascinated her, and her ever curious mind thirsted for more. If she didn't ask those questions now, they might haunt her, and that was no good.
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