How lonely is the night without the howl of the wolf? IP: 80.192.168.9 Posted on February 20, 2013 at 02:54:37 PM by Channing.
...I feel it there beyond those trees, or right behind these waterfalls. Can I ignore that sound of distant drumming? For a handsome sturdy husband, who builds handsome sturdy walls and never dreams that something might be coming? Or do you wait for me Dream Giver? Just around the river bend...
Thoughts and feeling buzzed through the girl at a remarkable speed. As one problem was resolved, or one feeling was confronted another took its place, making sure the girl had no time to rest or relax. This wasn’t like her. Usually she was calm and collected and knew exactly how to act or what to say but today she was out of it and confused. The timber hued ess sighed softly, wrapping her tail tighter round her paws. She had to get herself out of this mood before another varg approached her. She wouldn’t make good company when she was in this mood.
It wasn’t long before the silence, that was driving her mad, was broken as a sudden rustling came from the bushes around her. The silence was only maddening as it gave her thoughts and fears time to engulf her. Once she had cleared her mind, the silence would be a welcome relief from normal life. But right now, the silence was deafening. Her amber orbs slowly made their way upwards to see a brujo. His face was rather similar to hers in the fact that he looked just as worried as she did. Yet a small smiled flashed briefly upon his kissers. Channing just had chance to flash a small smile of her own before his disappeared.
Her stargazers studied the lad, picking up the smallest of detail. The ess was rather good at learning as much about stranger as she possibly could without saying a single word. He moved his head low, although it was only a slight move, it was enough to make her move her head in greeting, without her even knowing. He settled down soon after and curled his banner round his paws just as she had done previously.
It grew silent again as Channing pondered what to say to the mysterious brute. Her nares go to work on his scent, trying to figure out everything about him. Where he had been, what he had been doing. During this time she realised that Sawtooth was faintly intertwined with his scent and she smiled and cocked her head slightly. Was this one of the newcomers Terrel was talking about? Maybe, just maybe it was.
The ess took a deep breath in before turning to look at the brute and smiling softly. A melodic voice drifted from her maw as she began the conversation. “Hi.” Her tail began to sway softly, hoping to make herself more welcoming and encouraging the lad to speak. He was obviously one who cherished the silence as he did not initiate the conversation as most males would have done. “I’m Channing. May I enquire as to your name?” She flashed another smile at the male. Would he be the one she was looking for?
