You bare our memories like staining scars within your mind
I wondered why the fates had brought me here, why it is this place that my paws seemed fit to rest upon. My tail was lifted high as any high ranked wolf's naturally does, and the fur along my spine is bristling in a mean display. I am almost positive this stranger had come at the smell of my kill, and the possible theft of anything belonging to me never sat well. Sure I don't have much to steal at the moment, but I am so used to protecting what is under my jurisdiction that I barely even register that there isn't anything to protect. My ears are flattened to my skull in more clear aggression, a snarl bubbling from my throat before I halt it in it's tracks before it can leave my lips, and I force my fur to settle and smooth along my spine, as my ears flicker the tiniest bit forward. How much damage can one stranger possibly do to me? My head tilts the miniscule bit to one side, the fur around my shoulders beginning to bristle again. What does the stranger want?
He couldn't have approached me without ulterior motives. What the stranger thinks and what he might say can be two different things entirely, and I'm not sure if I'll believe a singkle word that leaves his lips. You never know what strangers are capable of. I've had too many run ins with strangers to be blind, so I'm not one to trust just anyone. For all I know this could even be the rare crazed wolf, ready to strike once my back is turned. I will not stand for an act such as that. It's dishonorable. I am not dishonorable, I am honorable. It's the way I was raised and it is who I am. No matter what others may see of me, no matter what others may say, I will always know fact from fiction.
I am not certain I even want to respond. I see no reason to after all, he is nobody of importance. My ice blue gaze holds his with the sheer chill of winter, the chill that never leaves the confines of my soul. My ears are back to being flattened, my tail swishing once against my haunches in a form of displeasure. My ice blue eyes sharpen in the chilled coldness that only belongs to winter, and they narrow slightly, tail twitching as if wanting to lash, but I do not allow it the novelty. "I'd advise someone else then. I wasn't planning on staying in one place for long." My tone is simply sharp, and ever cold. He will be left behind either now or later, and it's likely to be sooner.
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Sweet is the curse of hearts intwined but lost, detached but bound
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