You know that feeling....

Like the whole world has just slowed down, like the angels above sing the praises of the day in high pitch yet beautiful voices, like the ground could open up beneith your feet and swollow you up whole and you wouldn't even notice it? Like every single star could fall from the heavens and burn down your entire world, and you wouldn't be able to move an inch just to get out of the way of even one of those stars? Like thunder and lightning couldn't touch you no matter how hard it tried to break through the layer of sky between the clouds and the ground? This... this happens now. Mortz isn't even paying attention to her right now, he's just a happy puppy, one willing to play with anyone who wanted to play, but the appearence of this Ayal had disgruntled him, and the fact that she spoke in some language he didn't even know, this made it all worse. More worse than it could have been had she not been there at all. An old man shows up, he speaks the language to, Mortz is hurt almost. Like they are doing this on purpose, like they don't even want the Glorall pups and their matrons here. But why would they exclude the friendly wolves of Glorall in their speech? Some how Noel knows this language too, this is even more discomforting, but atleast someone on their side knows what this pup has spoken and from the disgruntled features of Noel he can only assume the girl is calling them names.

His entire body goes ridged, his hackles rise, his lips quiver with the want to tear her flesh from bone, how dare she call them names! How dare she think that the Glorall wolves are anything but kind. They hadn't even stated their reason for being here! But that all changes.... When she walks in. The world slows down, he doesn't even hear the others, doesn't even feel the warmth from Miss Everchime's coat, doesn't even see the other pups that have come into their little gathering. He is stalled, his heart seems to have become louder, as if the beating against his ribs couldn't have been any harder than they already where. She is beautiful. Her coat, everything about her is perfect in every single way.... he couldn't even describe to you the feelings he feels right now. She is all alone, precious as she stands there covered in dirt and debris. He couldn't pull his honey eyes away from her cold blue eyes. She is what could only be described as the light, the best light that could have ever possibly shone down on him. All emotions of hate, disgruntled ment, they do not matter, the girl pup Ayal is a lost cause now as she keeps up her speech. Whatever it is she says after Noel reemed her a new one, means very little to Mortz.

He stands with one paw raised, his mouth slightly agape as he watches her move, slip rather forwards a bit and his body shifts with hers, almost as if he no longer controls the blood and muscles that flow through his body, they ripple with intent, their target is not far and yet, he feels a million miles away from her. What is going on? he thinks to himself. Everchime looks down at him, her lips move but he doesn't hear the words that come forth. She is talking to him but he is ignoring her right now, her words are sharp but he does not care. No, nothing matters so much as to be near this girl. This strange, foreign girl. What is it that pulls him towards her. She stops and he to stops, yet his body yerns to be closer to hers. To protect her. To be everything he can be for her. Why is he not able to control himself. He pushes past Ayal, his larger body quiet easily moves the young pup aside as he makes his way towards her. Silent, yet his eyes seem to speak volumes. Confusion, elation, like some part of his soul has been awaken from a long and forgotten sleep. Like he is whole once again. It is not love that he feels right now, but he would split the biggest wolf in half just to get to her if he needed to. One day, one day he would be big enough to do such a thing, one day he would be able to split the world in two just to get to her.

Within moments he is past the main group and moves along in a straight line, bushes and tall grass mean little to him, they hinder him only momentarily when they are to big or tall for him to plow over, and so he must go around them. Never, not once do his eyes watch the ground, not once is he aware that he could step into a hole. Not even that he has passed over the boarder without awaiting permission from those of Diveen. He just wants to be next to her. To know her. Everything that she is, he wants to be apart of it. He halts, within a foot of her, his honey brown eyes take in every inch of her. From her glowing golden legs to the red stripe that lines her sides to the inky blackness that covers her back. What is it about her that pulls him closer? "Hello miss," he says through what appears to be dry and cracked lips, his voice though heavy even for his age is cracked with anxiety. He doesn't want to mess this up, he doesn't want to scare her off for she looks like she is about to bolt to the other side of town. "Please don't run away, I mean you no harm..." he says though he knows that he could never lay a single claw to her body not now, not ever.

"talks like this"