How lonely is the night without the howl of the wolf? IP: 94.170.199.94 Posted on February 21, 2013 at 01:03:41 PM by Channing.
Although the pair said nothing, there seemed to be an understanding between them. The brute seemed to relish the silence and Channing understood how sometimes silence was best. If you were not in the mood she was, the quiet gave you time to think and enjoy the world around you, so she could understand why so many chose that path. As the femme watched him she picked up a pattern. All the brute’s movements were quick and subtle but full of emotion and meaning. He took a deep breath in and closed his eyes, only briefly, and it was clear to the lass that the lad was in his element at this point. The action was quick as he seemed to pick up a scent which made him produce a quirky smile and the ess could only wonder what he had picked up. Maybe it was the fact that she was also from Sawtooth.
After the fact that they had both picked up some small detail about it each other, the conversation began. As Channing prepared herself to speak, the lad seemed to cringe as if trying to protect his ears from the sound of her voice. It was obvious that the lad was not used to speaking and the lass found her own face curling up to show slight worry. She would hate to bring pain to the stranger. Channing’s personality was both good and bad in the fact that, she found herself caring too much for wolves she had only just met. Most saw that as a flaw but she liked the fact that she treated everyone the same, it made her different from the others.
Once she began to speak the brute relaxed slightly, obviously her voice did not bring him pain or discomfort and the lass found herself breathing out slightly in relief. She waited patiently letting the lad, who seemed extremely tense, ready himself to answer her question. His gaze fell immediately and when he finally did speak, his one word answer was sharp and to the point. His voice was rough and dry and the lass could see why he might be embarrassed, but Channing didn’t care. It wasn’t the first time she had come upon a voice like that. Shadow had sounded just like the brute when she had first met him. Granted, it would take some getting used to if he were to talk more but the ess was not one to judge.
The lass was just about to speak again, when the brute shook his cloak and stood. For a moment she shot him a confused look. Had she frightened him off? She watched as he began to walk and in no time she realised that he was heading to the water. He quenched his thirst before returning to the spot where he had been sat previously. All the while the ess never took her amber eyes off him. She didn’t mean to stare and make him uncomfortable, but there was something about him. A mystery that the ess wanted to discover. His gaze fell once again on her and his maw opened again. Channing was glad that he felt comfortable enough to talk to her and she simply sat and smiled.
His words were precise yet polite. He seemed stiff and tense when he spoke, like it was hard to put a sentence together. He reminded her more and more of Shadow and if she had brought him out of his shell, she would try her dammed hardest to bring him out of his, no matter how long it took. “Its nice to meet you Henadin.” She paused, not wanting to overpower him. She nodded respectfully at his next sentence before answering his question. “You are correct. I am a Sawtoothian.” She smiled at the title. She hadn’t called herself that in a long while. “You new?” It was clear that short, to the point statements worked best for him and that was what she planned on using, at least until he got used to her.
