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 March 4, 2013 at 08:39:21 PM by Henadin
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His muddy gaze followed Channing as she ran to the stream for a quick drink as he stretched, and saw her smile as he addressed her as ‘my lady’. A smile fell upon his maw again, becoming a more common occurrence. Henadin was glad that she liked the term of endearment, and stored it away in his memory for future use. His twin towers also remained focused on the fae as she giggle, and then spoke as to where they should walk – a patch of terra a bit further up the stream that lay away from other lupines. For the first time, apart from when he had originally entered the clearing by the stream, Henadin noticed again the other lupines that were around them. He had been so concentrated on the lovely one in front of him that he had blocked out the others around them. The fae started to move toward the area she had just gestured to, her movements slow but graceful. Even her step was light and quiet, and Henadin appreciated even more the fae that he had found here. I shall have to thank Kahlan for forcing me to come here when I return to the packlands… the brute thought. His sister would surely be happy that he had found a fae whom he could… whom he could… the uncertainty still remained. What exactly was this – did the fae have feelings for him as he was beginning to feel for her, or was she merely a kind lupine who chose to speak with him. How would he know? Henadin’s inexperience in such matters hung above his head like a stormy cloud, and the smile that had alit upon his maw started to fade. Still, his own legs began to move, his muscles pushing him forward. He, too, walked with a silent step, and a comfortable silence fell over them again as they travelled to the quieter area. As the fae looked back at him, probably to check if he had followed her, he smile reassuringly at her. His stride lengthened slightly, until he strode in step beside the fae instead of behind her. A haze of confusion fell upon the brute’s maw as the fae’s happiness seemed to fade. Was she regretting talking to him? Did she feel that she should not spend so much time with him, for fear of leading him on? His own smile turned down to a frown. His orbs saw the fae’s head lower, and though she tried to hide it, Henadin was much too used to reading body language to miss the worry that was so clearly written across the fae’s face. It stayed but a moment, and when the fae raised her head again, a strained smile lay upon her maw instead of the relaxed smile that had been present for all of their previous time together. The pair reached the spot that Channing had mentioned, and Henadin stopped his momentum, his grey plume swaying back and forth, the frown still upon his maw. He did not wish to bother the fae, and for a brief moment he wondered if she only spoke to him out of pity. He shook his head to try to break that idea away, but a piece of it stuck. He raised his brown gaze to the fae, and opened his maw, the voice that came out quiet but smooth. “What is wrong?” He broke eye contact, the nasty idea still lingering on his brain. “Why do you waste your time speaking to me?” Once again, his words became gruff and their meaning muddled, but he raised his gaze to her once more, not bothering to hide the hurt and confusion that lay in his eyes. |
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- 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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