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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Posted on February 21, 2013 at 04:31:06 PM by Henadin
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His muddy gaze stayed upon the fae, and he allowed his face to soften as he saw the look of confusion upon her face. Speech was difficult to him as was socializing with other lupines, and he often gave off the wrong impression. As Channing spoke again, Henadin’s twin towers refrained from pinning themselves to his cranium. Knowing that the fae’s voice was of the gentler kind. Henadin’s muscles relaxed a bit as he realized that she was respecting him – she kept her sentences short. Another short-lived smile lit upon his maw in appreciation. When all trace of it had disappeared, his maw mouthed the term she used. Sawtoothian. It was not one that he had heard, but one that he would probably use it in the future. Anything to make necessary speech more concise was welcome in his book. The fae then asked if he was new. Although the question didn’t specify what he was new to, Henadin supposed that it didn’t need to be specified. He was knew to Blossom Forest. New to Sawtooth. New to being separated from his sister. New to speaking. His grey head nodded in affirmation to her question, keeping his orbs locked up her own, his vocals staying quiet. A silence fell upon the pair then. Henadin watched Channing, studying her body motions. Although still uncomfortable in the presence of this new fae, he could feel his muscles relaxing. She respected the silence that he held in such high esteem perhaps more than even his sister did. Kahlan would always ramble on, her own needs for communication trumping his want of silence. Henadin often found that body communication was much more expressive than words, but he knew that most other lupines did not share his belief. It was a relief to find one who respected it, even if she did not share his belief. As the silence carried on, Henadin’s maw turned down. Though he DID enjoy the silence, he figured that the next part of the conversation would be up to him. She had asked him a question, and it was his turn now. His gaze turned away from her orbs once again, and his mind raced looking for some words to speak. What would be a proper question to ask or a comment to make? “Lived here long?” Henadin also flinched at the sound of his own voice. It sound unnatural and it unnerved him. He felt as if his voice was too harsh for this fae’s ears. He kept his muddy gaze averted. “My sister and I… just recently returned. We’ve been gone…” Henadin allowed his gaze to return to her own, his brow furrowing in apology. |
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- How lonely is the night without the howl of the wolf? - By Channing. February 21, 2013 at 06:58:40 PM
Can You Hear the Silence - By Henadin February 22, 2013 at 03:59:08 AM
How lonely is the night without the howl of the wolf? - By Channing. February 22, 2013 at 05:14:27 PM
Can You Hear the Silence - By Henadin March 1, 2013 at 02:41:10 PM
How lonely is the night without the howl of the wolf? - By Channing. March 3, 2013 at 02:30:04 PM
Can You Hear the Silence - By Henadin March 4, 2013 at 08:39:21 PM
How lonely is the night without the howl of the wolf? - By Channing. March 6, 2013 at 08:48:55 PM
Can You Hear the Silence - By Henadin March 7, 2013 at 03:39:15 PM
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