she has an interesting way of speaking, this stranger. the way she fourms her words, let alone the tones of her voice, are peculiar to ren and of course intriguing. gazing steadily upon her with bright citrine irises, she calmly and politely listens to all the pale female has to say. she asks if ren has any hand in healing arts, as white pine is apparently a good remedy for clearing minor complications from the body. ren had not actually none this- it was simply that white pine made her feel, well, good- and that was a feeling she rarely felt, and so coveted such when she was lucky enough to feel it. instead of speaking in her reply, she simply shook her skull from one side to the other- signifying that no, she did not practice in such arts. the earth and gold toned female also noticed the way her humor made sense to the stranger, a smiling gracing a beautiful face, causing ren herself to smile once more. there was something about this female that she admired; respected, even. it could even be said that she had taken a liking to the stranger, which to ren was completely unheard of. she had never truly liked anyone in her life thus far, but this was a new place, a new land- perhaps a new life for her. perhaps she could start fresh and try to like, try to enjoy- perhaps even try to love.
tilting her jaw to the left slightly, she continued to gaze silently upon the stranger, though more than once her gaze had wandered as her thoughts had. it seemed profound to ren that another wolf, one she had barely had time to know, had already begun to effect her in such a profound manner. there was something about the white wolf with the marking betwixt her shoulder blades that simply made ren's mind reel. and what the stranger has to say next, has her breaking off her train of thought. she once again brings up the dangers in the dark, and this time, ren decides not to hold her tongue. 'may i ask what exactly it is that lurks in the dark, that i should beware of?' another smile is rewarded, and this time she cannot help but return the expression. there is just something about this stranger that she cannot seem to resist. perhaps she is from somewhere, some place else, after all. Moladion. that is the name of the land they were now in. and though it has a foreign ring to it, there is something in it that ren likes. in a way, it reminds her of the female before her, though as to why she does not know.
trying the word out for herself, the sound falls past her lips softly, tenderly, in something in naught but a faint murmur. 'Moladion' glancing up at the stranger, who she has now learned the name of- isola, her expression is almost one of a child or student seeking correction. ren was not conscious of doing this, and so nothing out of the ordinary passed through her mind then. and when isola asked of her own name, the golden, toffee, and creme girl answered in turn. 'i was given ren. it is a very lovely pleasure to meet you, isola.' finally taking it upon herself to push her body up from the ground, she stretched her limbs very subtly as she did, before dipping her jaw down in both acknowledgement, respect, and greeting to isola. now that she was standing, she moved herself so that she could sit directly in front, though not too close to this new wolf. wrapping her thick tail around her paws, she relaxed herself slightly as she returned her bright gaze on the others deep one, for the first time seeing the true colour of the irises. a colour she had never seen in a wolf before- a violet, that of what a blossom may wear upon its pedals. ren concluded that there was indeed something other wordly, something ethereal about siola. she just had to find out what it was.
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*