The awkward feeling about being in Fallen Tree Cove had not gone away, and the pale-furred girl had not integrated herself at all with her packmates, save for a conversation here and there, and helping distract a lynx while the more capable members killed the beast. She hadn't helped at all, apart from chattering the ears off of everyone involved in the event. The ghost sighed to herself as she picked her way down to the lake, tail and head down as she contemplated her being in the pack in the first place. She wanted to be here - she honestly, truly did - but she wasn't completely certain where she needed to be. She was at a point in her life where she needed to think of herself and where she belonged in the world, and the Cove was... well, it was just a bit too separated from everything else. It was harsh and barren, and no wolf ever managed to worm their way up the cliffs to visit. However, just as the thought of there never being any strangers around, the girl picked up a strange scent on the breeze. Very not-Fallen-Tree-Cove in nature, it was a more... foresty smell. A foresty, wolfy smell... mixed with the slightest hint of blood. The whiteish girl perked her ears and followed the scent, heart hammering in her chest as she wondered who that smell could belong to. Certainly no one she knew - no one from their pack who should be this close to them. The deep brown of the stranger's pelt stood out starkly from the whiteness around him, so she had no trouble finding the stray. And, at first, she hesitated, fearful and anxious as to what might happen if she did decide to approach the man. He didn't look like a Finally, the almost-adult decided to move, and approached the man with her head down and her tail low and waving in a friendly manner. Heart still rapidly fluttering in anxiety, she pushed it aside to part her maw and call out to the chocolate wolf. "H-hello, there. Are you al-alright?" She paused a respectable distance from him, ears perked to catch his reply. "The mountains can be really rough on your feet if you aren't from here. Do you need a-any help?" Her voice stuttered and caught a couple of times, but overall, she felt as though she did alright in her greeting. Of course, she forgot to mention her name, but that could wait. |
Her shoulders sagged in relief when he smiled, and her tail wagged with a bit more enthusiasm as she stepped forward and sat at the water's edge, a few wolf-lengths to his right. He said that he was alright; that he'd just lived all his life in the forest, and Eido could empathize. She raised her orange gaze to meet his and was surprised to see that they were rather close in coloration - his looked like open flames, and she idly wondered if hers looked like that, as well. "I lived all my life in the fields and tundra before I came up here," she replied, frowning when she glanced down at the blood blooming in the water where his paws were placed. "M-my paws still crack sometimes. But it isn't safe to just let them bleed like that. It makes it harder to move, so you might fall off a cliff or something." She knelt down and cautiously placed her muzzle down close to the water, nudging at his foreleg gingerly to try and extract it from the lake. "I f-found that packing the cuts with snow helps stop the bleeding." She smiled at him, edging away to give him a bit more space, should he want it. The pale-furred girl placed her own paw pads near the surface of the water and looked at her reflection for a moment. Her fur was just darkening slightly, the perpetual white circle around her eye beginning to stand out in preparation for the springtime. It was weird how it changed like that. Turning her attention back to the stranger, the ghost's tail thumped lightly on the snow behind her. "I'm Eido. What's your name?" |
The younger wolf's eyes widened comically when he rose to his full height, and she edged backward slightly, just out of surprise. She hadn't expected him to be quite so much bigger than her. She felt almost like one of those puppies who tipped back so far that they rocked on their hindquarters to look up at the adult wolves who loomed over them, and it took a couple of seconds for the alarm to wear off before she regained enough of her senses to pay attention to his name. Bane... It was sad, haunting, and a rather terrible name for a mother to give their puppy. Her ears flicked backward for a second before she angled them back toward him, planting a small smile on her lips and going for a more optimistic approach. "That's a cool name. Like wolfsbane?" she asked, truly hoping that that might actually be the case, rather than the literal meaning of the word itself. That would just be far too sad. "If you're up here on your own, you should be careful," she told him, all hint of stutter gone now that she was becoming more comfortable in the not-so-strange stranger's presence. "I've heard that wolves fall off cliffs or get lost or freeze to death up here. This is the only water source til you get to the other side of the mountain." Well, crap. Now she was just babbling, per the norm. The realization brought back the stutter out of nervousness. Naturally, she spoke more to remedy her situation. "I-I mean, there's a lot that can go wrong. It would b-be bad if you were to fall or freeze or get hurt." She really didn't. He seemed nice, and if she could be of any help if he were planning to travel all the way across the mountain, then she wanted to make sure that she actually made herself useful. She wouldn't dare send someone off without a sort of warning about this place, at the very least. The little wolf finally stopped her rambling and shuffled her paws, dropping her gaze to the snow between her feet. "Sor-sorry. I talk a lot." Which was, of course, a massive understatement. Eido expected that she was likely one of the most annoying wolves in all of the Lore. |
The littler wolf wagged her tail when he seemed to catch onto her optimism, and she looked up at the gray sky above. It looked like more icy rain might fall soon, which was worrisome. She wondered how the darker-furred male would get back down, if he was planning on that at all. "I like my definition, so I'll stick with that one," she asserted, in regards to his name, and offered him a small smile. She could only imagine the type of life this man had lived. If she could help him be a bit happier, then she was going to darn well try. He seemed to agree that she talked quite a bit, but he also expressed that he did not mind. The ghost shifted and lay down on her stomach to relax a bit more, flicking orange eyes up to meet his own. "I don't mind talking. I can probably talk enough for the both of us," she joked with a smile. "Let me know if I start to get on your nerves, okay? Just don't - uh - don't tear my ear off, or anything." The tone was teasing, but there was a bit of a nervous wobble in the middle. She flicked her deaf ear as she spoke as a subconscious response. He mentioned his best friend, but she didn't smell any other wolves on him, so she decided not to talk about it. It might have been a touchy subject, and she didn't want to make him sad or anything. She was so caught up in thinking about the mysterious best friend that she almost didn't hear him mention getting back down the mountain. "You don't have to go back down today, if you don't want to. I'm sure Namid and Vespertio wouldn't mind you staying until it was safer to leave," she offered, eyes meeting his before flicking back down to her paws. |