her voice was soft, gentle, comforting. it was something one would expect from the care of one to another, from mother to child. it was not something ren was quite used to hearing, and to her own surprise- it caught her attention more than anything truly ever had. though she had been aware of the approach of the other thanks to the breeze that carried the feminine scent, she had remained as she was, relaxing with her eyes closed as her senses drew a portrait of the strangers approach. she was completely foreign to ren, and when she finally allowed her eye lids to no longer impede upon her gaze, her breath was almost caught. almost. for beside her, as the stranger had taken to seating herself not too far away beneath the white pine, sit an angel. it was a word that briefly crossed ren's mind, but she wasn't familiar with the word, and so shrugged it off without much thought. but the longer her bright honey gaze observed this stranger, the more she found herself thinking that this being was not of this world. while she had seen plenty of white pelted wolves in her life time, she has never seen any as pristine as this one. it was as if the female was made of snow herself. and though she could not see the entire marking, she could see a tuft of darker fur against the white upon her shoulder, but she couldn't fathom mud or dirt marring that dove white.
several long moments passed by, and though she had heard the strangers words quiet clearly, she took her time in replying. she wasn't exactly assessing the other, but one could never be too careful and so she was observing all she could. though the others demeanor was relaxed and even friendly, there was a certain air about her that ren could not quite pin point. but she did not focus on this for long, for to keep a lady waiting too long was a rude and improper thing. when ren spoke, her own voice matched the strangers; soft, gentle tones, laced with honey and garnished nectar. 'you speak of a pelt so fine, and yet before me i see such a wondrous sight. i'm honoured to have witnessed such a thing in my life time. as for my chosen resting spot, i simply enjoy the scent that is white pine. it soothes my soul and puts my mind at ease.' ren had a certain way of speaking that she didn't care to particularly drag on her words, and instead gave the occasional pause. she had never taken her eyes off of the other before her, though she remained laying down, and tilting her skull ever so slightly to the left, she allowed her citrine gaze to roam up and down the females fourm, taking in how healthy and fit she seemed. she concluded that his land must be prosperus, whatever land it may be, in order to look as this stranger did to her. she must have a fine life indeed.
'as for the others that you speak of, i would think i would be able to hold my own. i may not be as large or intimidating as others, but i've got a few tricks up my sleeve.' it was the first time in a long time that ren felt a smile tug at her lips, and though she was no longer quite practiced at it, she allowed it nonetheless. she wondered fleetingly if the stranger would pick up on the humor in her words and tone, but did not concern herself much with the outcome. instead, she spoke once more; which was quite uncharacteristic of her. in first meetings, ren usually held her tongue more than this. 'what is this place, stranger? i have never been here nor heard of it. and, if i might so intrude- who are you?' perhaps it was because she had not actually interacted with another being in so long that she felt the need to speak more than normal. or perhaps it was this ethereal stranger herself. ren could only know when more had been said, and more had been learned. until then, she was quite content to work her magic and find out.
ren
just brace yourself- just run for your life
i ' m g o i n g t o t a k e y o u a w a y*