these people keep to themselves,
She had seen him the moment he had entered the clearing - how could she not? He apparently did not see reason to be neither cautious nor light footed; he, like her, stuck out like a beacon among the foliage. The whole time he moved through foliage and clearing alike, she watched with that same bemused grin, entirely motionless as she observed. His scent had been brought to her by the upwards draft and though he smelt of a single other wolf distinctively, it bore no resemblance to the packs. He, like her, was a loner too and just as alone as she had been atop that ridge. A good thing or a bad thing, she really couldn't tell; it would take more than observation to discover what potential benefits lay within the male and his life. Males were the easiest to uncover - they were easily swayed by her girlish looks and coy demeanor.
He approached then, calling out to her and giving her a name immediately; Apache. Slowly she turned to face him, her head tilted and mouth falling into a soft, questioning 'o.' She waited until he stood level with her before she offered him a shake of her tail and subtle smile; she looked up at him through her lashes, her head lowered slightly. She was a tiny thing; dainty, almost fragile in appearance with a luminescent pelt. It was not just her petite features that gave her the look of delicate femininity; she retained a thick and fluffy pelt - more pup like than mature - brindled with the faintest silver over her flanks. Despite approaching her fourth year of life, she could have almost been mistaken for a yearling had she not stood as tall as she did. Still, a petite 30 inches. Fragile, whimsical with a voice like the wind itself. If the Heavens had made her weak, then surely they had made her beautiful in repayment
"And what would you do with my name if I gave it to you, Apache?"
She waited a moment, her smile turning into one of almost playfulness as her brows slid up expectantly as she eyed him. He was much larger than she, weighing her by at least fifty pounds and towering over her. Still, despite the delicacy she portrayed, she was neither afraid nor uncertain - it was part of her game.
"Mother always said strange men were just trouble - are you trouble, Apache? You can be honest with me, I promise I won't tell anybody.."
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