A wide river dominates this section of the forest. Romance is in the air, and wolves of all ages come to search for their mate.

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Can You Hear the Silence
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Posted on February 21, 2013 at 02:11:40 AM by Henadin

OOC- I LOVE YOUUUUUUUU for putting in Pocahontas lyrics XD


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His gaze caught the smile that she flashed him just as his ended, and he chastised himself for not smiling longer. Kahlan always told him that he gave the wrong impression when he was too serious or too stoic. His natural distrust of others led to his usual lack of facial expressions. But he didn’t want to come off as a creep or as a brutish… brute, for lack of another word. A small voice in the back of his head asked why he even cared what this alien fae thought of him. Henadin enjoyed the silence that was maintained between the fae and himself. His orbs closed for a short amount of time and he breathed in deeply, enjoying the scents around him. The faint scent of the fae entered his nares, and his eyes quickly opened as he recognized a scent he knew – Sawtooth. A quirky half-smile laid upon his maw and for a second, Henadin wondered is his sister had had a hand in arranging this. That thought fled his mind though, for he and his sister had not met this fae when they were led around the terra by Cai.

As he nodded his head in greeting, so did the fae, maintaining the blessed quiet that Henadin so cherished. Suddenly she smiled at him and cocked her head slightly and Henadin wondered if she had picked up Sawtooth’s on him as well. His orbs slitted themselves, curling up on the edges, a sparkle hidden deep within them. He liked that she had noticed that small detail. His orbs then watched as her ribcage spread, and he pinned his ears back, protecting his tunnels from what he was expecting to be a loud voice. Aside from Kahlan, he found that most other lupines spoke too loud. Henadin found himself pleasantly surprised. As another smile spread across the femme’s lips, a soft, pleasant voice was emitted. The brute righted his ears. She smiled, and wagged her tail. Henadin realized how rude he must seem. After spending so many years alone, he had lost most of his manners.

Channing. That was the name that the fae offered before asking for his own name. Every muscle in Henadin’s body went tense – he hadn’t thought this part through, though he had no doubt that his sister had. He would have to speak. He averted his icy gaze, knowing how his voice sounded. It was so out of use, it was tough as a hide. Still staring at the ground, he swallowed, shaken to find that his mouth was dry. His gaze glanced at the fae and he opened his maw to speak.

“Henadin.”

His voice was as he had imagined it. Deep, dry, rough, cracked. He shook his coat to try to shake away his stress and tensed muscles. Henadin raised himself off of the ground, and stiffly walked to the water’s edge, his pink tongue slipping from his maw to lap up some of the cool, fresh liquid. It was cold and soothed his dry vocals. He turned back to the fae and returned to where he had previously sat, sitting once again. His gaze went back to the fae, staring into her orbs.

“My name... is Henadin.” The sentence was more than he had spoken to all almost lupines compared, save his sister. Still, he continued on. “Our meeting…is my pleasure.” He inhaled deeply again, the scent of his new pack wavering. “Sawtooth?”




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