Thicket of Secrets one life with one dream on repeat

It was quiet, dark, soft, everything she loved in one plush bundle. Gently, France lay her chin on one of the protruding roots, lulled near to sleep as she snuggled herself within the thicket. There were many things to do: find food, water, shelter, all the necessities a lady would need in these reckless wild parts. And yet France could only conjure up the energy to stifle up a loud yawn smacking her jaws a few times before settled back into her comfortable position amongst the undergrowth.

It was true, there was most to do this in foreign land. After all she was only one small wolf, she would never be able to conquer the terrain all by her lonesome! But these leaves were so soft, and the thicket was so cool and dark in the afternoon sun. Not to mention the twittering bird song that was ginger in it's song, certainly singing France to sleep, rest, relax at a little. Did she not deserve such a thing after running for her life and, finally, for once finding some refuge from her enemies?

The only thing keeping her from sleep was the worried ticking in her head that time was running out and when night fell, things would certainly become more difficult. But even with that logic, she could not be persuaded to budge.

I hope you don't mind me joining you <3

OUR HOPES AND EXPECTATIONS BLACK HOLES AND REVELATIONS Darkness would soon be descending upon the lands of Relic Lore again as the endless cycle of night and day continued. Weldering was no creature of the night, although the stars and moon were appealing to look at the darkness brought with it an uncertain danger and coldness. Just like France he was alone and while he had met others in the surrounding territories pack wolves and other lone wolves alike he was still alone and still had no where to live. Even lone wolves sometimes needed somewhere regular and familiar to turn into their home and for this reason Weldering was on his way towards the Cedarwood Forest. There on the bend of the Heartleaf Creek deep within the forest he felt most comfortable and secure. The complete opposite to feeling safe in any place was actually the Thicket of Secrets, a tangled mess of greenery that Weldering usually avoided had it not been for needing to take a shortcut through it's dense foliage in order to get to Cedarwood before nightfall. Already deep shadows were cast down onto the ground in an assortment of shapes while the sun was not high in the sky. There was still several hours before sunset yet within the Thicket of Secrets the darkness was multiplied by the lack of light making night encroach much faster. The main reason why he was not fond of the thicket was down to the fact that he could see see what was around every corner. His black tipped mitts carrying him at a swift lope yet he was not prepared to make his way through the moss covered trees and find France laying down on the roots ahead. The sight of the white she-wolf stood out against the natural backdrop of green and brown drawing in his attention immediately as he halted abruptly. At first unsure whether or not to approach yet finally ambling closer. "Hello, I don't think we've met before. I'm Weldering." He greeted whilst blue eyes looked over the small lady and sure enough he had yet to encounter any light coloured wolves.

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PSH, OF COURSE NOT, SILLY!

France only offered him the tilt of her head at first as he approached. In her mind though, she was instantly alarmed at his abrupt presence, she'd been so bent on relaxing that she hadn't scented him in the thicket at all, much less saw him until he wandered near enough; and even then, his voice was the only thing that had snapped her into attention. Still her body was the epitome of “chill”, and she watched the male with cool, placid, eyes. “Naw, I think I would've remembered someone like you.” She commented, although the statement was not accented by any toothy grin or sly glitter of her fiery eyes. Instead it seemed pleasant, and she simply shook her head fighting back the sleep and another impending yawn. ”My friend's call me France.”

The next part was completely unexpected though, ”How 'bout I take you out tonight?” Why not? Blowing this chicken coop might be just the adventure she needed to shake off the sleepy flakes. And yeah, a lot of France's problems had sprung into existence because she'd stuck her nose into the business of strangers. But unless this male was some kind of assassin, which she doubted. She was willing to throw her caution into the wind.

OUR HOPES AND EXPECTATIONS BLACK HOLES AND REVELATIONS The chilled out demeanor of the white coloured she-wolf was intriguing to witnessed, usually he was the one that casually swanked around Relic Lore but now he had found someone else just as laid back as he was perhaps? There was a certain hypnotic mojo to being so cool, he did it because he saw no point in being so uptight all the time yet when someone else was calm and chilled it reflected onto others around them like himself making him feel all the more comfortable. France, the name was repeated in the back of his mind to remember it while allowing a faint smile to trace over his lips. Weldering however was not expecting what came next for usually when he met someone new there was a bit of chatting as they exchanged questions and stories before maybe just maybe they banded together for a bit and went off exploring. Nope France wanted to skip all that or do it on the way and get right down to heading off somewhere else together. At least it meant leaving the Thicket behind which Weldering had no problem with at all. "I'd love to France. Though if you are taking me out I guess that means you are going to lead the way?" He grinned slightly, normally it was the other way around but he did not mind playing the following game and follow her he would tonight.

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