The Wailing One
She was greeted with silence with just a mere gaze. Perhaps someone of a different nature would be offended however It made little note to her purpose. She was use to this type of welcome she was actually surprised Coza was such a friendly welcome. Perhaps a close friend in the future but they acquaintanceship was still young, but even so It made her grateful. She managed to leave her thoughts and push herself back into reality. She would share no other words as not to force a conversation. A small glance around merely to take everything into account she noticed the true distances from themselves and others. Perhaps he was here to be left alone. Perhaps the warnings my conscience has been giving was for a reason. She knew not the answer but did so little desire to be a bother contemplated leaving him be, evermore to wander and leave the reason she had come into his presence yet she simply took him in. His coat was more detailed being able to study it more closely the red that tipped his ears piqued her curiosity but returned to match his gaze if only briefly. His Glacial blue eyes where bright and intense compared to her much paler blues. The silence was not as awkward as most would think at least not to herself however she still had the desire to speak but held herself quiet for a bit longer.

She promised herself silent but was beginning to falter in her desires. “I do not mean not be a bother… Should you desire me to leave your space I shall.” She would give him his desired space yet she could not be certain she would not try and make a chance encounter less of a chance. However as she reflected she seemed almost sorrowful in her words but knew not why. Perhaps he would allow her stay in his presence but even if he did not she would not stay to provoke anger though should he have entirely rejected her presence she would have run her off but he had not? She could only argue the motives in her head but she could not bare the anxiety of his response. She would sit and wait but without being properly invited she would remain on her paws. Surely if he did desire her retreat from his presence she could outpace any snapping jaws she had hoped so at least. No she had hoped he was willing to speak. Why did she care so much for this stranger’s presence? Banshee began to question herself but came up short in her verdict.