Perhaps one day she’d be able to tell her, perhaps through the assembly of sounds and head shakes to show which syllables and sounds were correct, but such a process would no doubt be tiresome for both of them, and encompass so many different noises that she was not accustomed to hearing. You like what you see? Well, yes, she did… but it was not what she was asking, and so she would simply blink again at her with her frown.
With the initial moment gone, she wasn’t certain how to communicate the stubborn question to her travelling companion, and in that moment she considered if it was worth asking at all… and yet, she found herself growing more curious by the second. Her head tilted a little more to the side, in hopes that perhaps exaggerating the motion would work more in her favor.
She watched as Lillia began to parse what she could possibly mean. Lilllia observed her, and she seemed able to guess it the second time around. It caused the woman’s tail to thump against the ground as she nodded eagerly to show the woman she had gotten the question. It wasn’t exact, more of a ‘why did it matter’, but it was close enough to the question that Sophrosnia felt she could get an accurate answer.
She was curious to see what the woman’s response would be, and why she seemed so intent to inquire. She supposed in the grand scheme it was a fairly normal question, along with ‘what is your name’ which she supposed meant the same thing… to those who spoke at least.
And so her eyes would pierce into her strange companion, wondering and waiting for an answer, temporarily distracted from the constant kicks of the child in her belly.
Soph smiled back at her, her tail thumping once more when she saw her companion’s… friend’s… pride. Her name did matter, of that she was certain… but it didn’t seem relevant if the woman might never know it. She exhaled gently through her nose, a sign that ‘maybe’ she might learn her name in the future. She was certain a night of guessing syllables could get her there, but did the other woman really care that much to sit there for hours on end guessing sounds for syllables with nods and head shakes as her only guidance.
Perhaps Soph was pessimistic.
Her tail thumped against the ground again as she admitted that she wanted to learn about her even more… a frown formed on her features as she contemplated it before she hesitantly nodded, as if to say that she supposed it was enough, even if it was clear she didn’t entirely understand herself.
Only time would tell what was in store for the unlikely friendship… a wolf who did not speak, and a wolf who did… it was often difficult for her to communicate even with those who did stick around as the evidence clearly showed. She smiled at the woman’s admittance, nodding eagerly. She craved to learn more about her companion, and without a clear way to communicate, it would be quite some time before she was able to get such information again.
She wasn’t about to turn down the opportunity to learn more.
And so she would wait, her tail thumping. She didn’t know if it was something she had meant right now for, but Soph waited with attentive and intrigued eyes for her friend to speak and tell her everything she wanted to know about her.
Her tail thumped lightly as the woman began to speak, her eyes widening… a sister? She had not expected that information… after all, why was she not with her sister? Did family not stick together? Sophrosnia supposed she knew the answer to that, having left her father and Nastia’s side when she had come of a certain age. She sniffed the air lightly, as if searching for her scent, hoping that the question would be understood.
Where has she gone? Why is she not with you? Based on her wording, it was clear she was still alive… and yet there was so little hope held in her chest for answers to both at the same time.
Nicer? Sophrosnia blinked… the woman must be a saint, because Soph had never seen Lillia be anything other than a kind soul who protected those who cared for her.
Sex: Female