raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
PAN! she squeals within her head as she spots the golden boy laying in the shade, she's already off like a shot wanting to start a new adventure, she hadn't heard of the usurping of their king Weylin, she had been off trying to find new people to meet. Trying to find new members for their ever growing pack. Now, half way to Pan and thundering onward she hears a call on the breeze that causes her to freeze on the spot. Like a fainting goat her legs grow stiff and her body hops forwards a few feet before coming to a stand still. She's still to far for Pan to see her, still to far off in all aspects for him to notice her at all. She doesn't know why she feels a pull towards this golden male. A small part of her yearns to be close to him, to know him better, to know all things better. But she is to young, to neive to even understand what is going on in her female mind. It is the ever progressing nature of things.
The call is different from the other, but nearly just as... was the word demanding? oh if only Pan could have been with her at this time instead of laying in the shade. It's not long until he moves to the sound, the new male that seems to think he is their leader. She is confused. We might dare say she's scared of what will happen. Will she still have a place to stay here in the pack if a new male has taken over? will it be like her old pack, were imprinting never happened. Where males dominated with feirce authority and claimed all females for himself. She is slower to move than Pan, but not slow enough to not reach the little slowly growing group just as Pan comments on the other males name. A smile slowly grows on her features as she continues in closer and sits next to Pan.
It was a similar comment she had taken quiet lightly at the time and still would if he ever brought it up again to her, but this male seemed to hold a dominace that Everchime did not want to push just yet "Oh Pan," she says with a lop sided grin, though deep down she is unsettled by all the commotion, probably like Pan though she is worse at hiding such things and it might be seen more by Pan than by Sulan. Her tongue flicking out to lick a stray bit of grass from the side of her friends head before flicking it out of her own mouth. "Hello, my names Everchime... uh, friend of Pan" she didn't have any family here like Pan did, she really didn't have anyone but Pan here... which was sad, she would need more friends. Her head turns from Sulan to look at Pan an expression of concern, confusion and dare we say fear at what was going on right now, she was fairly close to him too, not sure why but she felt safer closer to him incase anything did go wrong.
"talks like this"
Everchime
female - 2 yo - mate - imprint - devil dog - glorall