SIERRA
Sierra’s head turned to welcome the friendly fragrance of her friend Zev, she smiled once before speaking. “I have been just fine Zev. And you?” She enquired softly, her penetrating green orbs fixed on the brute’s cranium. She twisted her body so that she was more direct with him. He too smelt partially of flowers though not quite as much as her… Sierra knew at once that he hadn’t been rolling in flowers – that had only been her – she laughed gently. But at least his perfume was not overly offended with flowers like hers was! She must have smelt like one of those bees who spend all their time collecting from flowers. “Isn’t it wonderful here, Zev?” She said gently and waiting patiently with his response. “What have you been up to then?” She enquired.
A thought bubbled in his mind; the reason she was here – the pack! “Ah yes, have you had any ideas on which pack we can join? I have pondered many nights over this and have an answer at last. Bright Moon! It seems like a perfect opportunity there. Of course if you see different I am sure we can change our plans, yes?” Sierra suggested and turned her piercing optics away from the brute’s bodice.
In the dim light (though far brighter than the Cavern of Secrets) Sierra noticed his grey, white and black pelt mixing together and of course his large paws. Her eyes travelled once again to his welcoming face which was rimmed with black, fading to grey and then white. Her optics widened and then fixed on a scar upon his muzzle. Next to him, Sierra looked rather dainty and petite. This was a place where all breeds of all wolves thrived – even the smallest. Sierra was a white wolf, an arctic wolf though she had adapted to living in warmer climates.
“Zev, if you do not mind me asking, (she paused briefly here) how did you get that scar?” Sierra asked, her eyes moving slowly up to his face. Her expression was a mixture of concern and like most of the time, curiosity. “I understand if you do not wish to share it with me; I will not be offended.”
Her small bodice rose and crept closer to Zev, now just a tail length away. She had no reason to fear him now; he was a friend and she trusted him even despite the size of his towering frame. “When do we join a pack?” She asked, her head tilting to the right ever so slightly. Her lyrics were vague as a small beetle crept over her paw. She stretched her toes as the small feet of the beetle tickled – but she wished not to harm it. So it was a relief when it finally finished its daring voyage across a wolf paw.
Word Count: 472
OOC: Lil' bit small, ah well. ^-^
Female || White Wolf || Souleh || Young Adult
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