His head rested heavily against last year's dry leaves, eyes closed, huffing breaths hastily entering and leaving his muscular frame. He had his ears lowered, sagging in dismay at the lost - or rather never existing - prey. Still, the twitched at the sound of paws in the leaves, close by. For one, fickle moment, he thought it was the ghost deer, reappearing just like they'd disappeared, moments before; but reality struck quickly, his sharp ears telling him that these steps were indeed paws on the forest floor, carrying a wolf - most likely. With a grunting sigh, the dark man shifted on the ground, pulling his legs underneath him, rather than lying on the side, ready to get back up quickly.
Soon, the white fur could be seen between the trees, swiftly moving towards him. It was indeed a wolf, a bit smaller than himself, the scent carried to him on the faint breeze revealing that she was female; and a pack wolf. Drestig was already pushing to his feet when she stopped before him, shaking herself and sighing; high, clinging voice speaking a string of non committing words. Standing up, the black boy quickly scanned the surroundings, breathing deeply to assure that the rest of her pack was not nearby - he was definitely on neutral land, but it their borders were close, they might be defensive - but the air held no other scent than that of the two wolves and their packs; and water, somewhere nearby. Suddenly he felt very thirsty.
Laying his eyes on the stranger, he took a moment more, to study her, noting her elegant, cream colored pelt - well groomed, despite the season. He was shedding himself, not looking overly shaggy, but with a few tufts of loose fur hanging from his pelt. It didn't bother him much, his charm was far beyond looks. A sudden smile cracked his dark lips, teeth glimmering non-threateningly. Finally seeking to meet the strangers eyes, he spoke in a smooth, friendly tone; "Greetings. Not what you expected?" He cocked his head, grinning mischievously; clearly this wolfess had hunted something - maybe the deer he himself had smelled - but she had come across him instead; And I won't make her regret it! He thought it delightedly, truly happy to have company, despite the, less than favorable, outcome of his last encounter.
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My mind is my own ”I'll say whatever I want to!”
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