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 March 1, 2013 at 02:41:10 PM by Henadin

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His brown gaze watch the smile that continually formed upon the fae’s maw. She did not seem to mind his broken speech, nor did she take offense at his poor choice of words. She continued to keep her own speech short and quiet, and Henadin smiled gently at her, his orbs latching onto hers. She was one that maybe – maybe – he could let in. Maybe she could understand his pain. Why he preferred silence to words. Why, after travelling the world alone for so long, it was so difficult for him to return to civilization. Why family mattered so much to him because he had lost all of his except for Kahlan, and even his sister wished for time apart from him. The brute realized that the one thing he had been running from and dreading for the majority of his life was the one thing that everything revolved around. The one thing he truly sought out. Family. A glimmer of understanding had crept its way through Henadin’s guard at some point whilst the brute had been conversing with the fae, although conversing may be the wrong choice in words. Still, the brute began to understand that there was meant to be more in his life than constantly watching and protecting his sister. He had his own life that he must live. He had to change. And that was a terrifying yet exciting prospect.

The brute’s shifting ceased, and he relaxed, trying to not let go of the moment. His smile grew, when his twin towers heard the fae speak to him again, asking him if he would like to walk with her. He began to nod, when he paused, and open his maw, choosing to continue the dialogue with her instead of his usual silence. “Yes… that… that would nice.” He lifted his weight off the ground, and paused to stretch his muscles, leaning back onto his haunches and lowering his front end toward the ground. He felt a crack in his spine as it realigned itself, and a low growl released itself in pleasure. After the stretch, he returned his attention toward the fae. His muddled gaze peered around, taking in the landscape – it all looked different to him now. More pleasant. Beautiful. The river’s continual motion lent a relaxing background noise. It made sense to him now why this was where those looking to find a mate would come. There was no discord in this land, almost a silent agreement on everyone’s part.

“Where to, my lady?” Henadin’s grey maw parted as the words flowed through, his speech not as broken this time. He hoped he didn’t sound like a fool with the term that had slipped through his lips. It was the term of endearment that he remembered his father had always used for his mother. That and ‘my dear’. And his mother had been pleased by such terms, so Henadin supposed that it would be proper for him to address Channing as such. Or was it? Was she looking for anything? Sure, he had found her here, but did that necessarily that she was looking for a mate. Henadin suddenly found himself on unsure footing – ground he had never tread before. His felt his heart being tugged at, and he knew he was beginning to have feelings for the femme before him. And realized he had no idea what to do about that.




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