<font face=georgia color=446176>FROZEN MASS GRAVE.</font>

He wondered- truly wondered, at the fact that he did not know this other wolf. With each passing second he was more and more sure that she was from Diveen- even born there, and not from somewhere else. Part of him wanted to ask, to speak to her and get to know her. And yet, another part, the part most awake at the moment, simply wanted to romp and play and tussle with her. To allow his body to speak for itself. When Emry had moved around the pond closer to her, watching closely just in case she decideded to bolt- he was more than a little surprised when she was suddenly back on all fours and racing toward him. His molten gaze widened only slightly before he braced himself for impact. But, it never came and he could not help but feel slightly disappointed. He would not mind her tackling him to the ground any day. But he is happy when she drops down into another play bow, her voice coming forth again- only, this time deeper, more gruff before she falls still and seems to wait.

He cannot help the way he glances away from her oh so intense gaze. It is one of the lightest blues he has ever seen, and one that even seems to fade to white. They are so different from his- ice, while his are fire. Just as their pelts are opposite- one molten gold, the other liquid silver. Emry wants to be closer to her, and so that is what he does. Dropping down into his own play bow, he's then slowly wriggling and inching his way toward her. His muzzle is upon his paws, and so he more than likely looks rather comical in the manner that he gazes up at her, watching her and ever so slowly inching forward. When he is finally within range he reaches out with jaws parted to gently mouth at her paw, if he could get it. If she had pulled away too quickly, he would go for the other paw. And yet, if she chose to close her mouth around him- anywhere at all, he would not pull away immediately or dodge.

He knew that she would not hurt him, and he wanted this with her. He wanted to play with her and know what it was to feel carefree and shameless as did most other wolves his age. He was just a pup, after all, and would be for some time to come. She was older than him, but it did not seem to matter to her- not one bit. Emry liked that about her, as he did everything else. Unable to help himself any longer, the silver and black boy is once again darting forward- fast, this time, in hopes of momentarily pushing his muzzle against the side of her neck, before the rest of his body followed. He is a pup, and still growing- but his large paws give way to the fact that he will be large and strong when he is full grown. He is just a gangly pup still, but there is some muscle he has earned over the last year. He tries to use them now in an attempt to knock her over- and if he was successful in such, he would only momentarily pin her before drawing away and allowing her to get up.

He wanted to play, wanted to roughhouse with her more than anything- but he did not want to step over some line she might have. If anyone from Diveen could see them now, Emry would seem to be a completely different wolf. He had no wishes to tease and mess with this lovely wolf. He wanted nothing but to make her happy, to make her enjoy herself- and by the looks of her body language and now close proximity, the boy thought he was doing well. Only she could actually show him, and he hoped that the contact he had made with her would not scare her off. Tilting his jaw ever so slightly to the right, molten gold irises flecked with the brightest of crimson watch her every move, just incase she so wished to retaliate. Stamping his paw against the ground again, he invited her for more, his gaze filled with mischief and joy at the simple time they were spending together. He wanted to be her friend, and hoped she would want such in return.

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male - one - no ones love - no ones soul - diveen

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