Perhaps if the girl had taken a step back and looked upon the two of them from an outsiders perspective- she would be taken aback with herself, at her uncharacteristic behaviour. For while indeed what she sought was the most relevant of things to her- her manners and social interactions were something else entirely. As her Father had taught her- as true royalty ran hot through his veins and in essence hers, that she should always be mindful and respectful of others. And here she was, practically pressed up against a male she did not know at all- granted he was her Alpha, but that was no excuse for such behaviour. She was over the line, but her mind did not register it as so. No. Instead, her mind was consumed with the fact, even the slim possibility that he knew. Or even had an idea. Anything. And it was more than enough for her to lose herself completely. If Elora had been in her right mind, she would have noticed the way the wolf's tail raised, and the simple story that his body language told expressed as discomfort. If she had not been so distracted, she would have immediately removed and excused herself, as it was the only proper course of action from this point forward- but of course she did not. Instead, she was glued to the spot, her wide pale gaze focused solely on him. There was an expression of childlike wonder in her visage just then, and she probably looked younger than she actually was. Even her slender jaw was slightly agape, something she did not notice consciously and so did nothing to correct. After she had spoken to him, he gives her nothing but a sigh- and then he's on the move. At first she thinks that, perhaps, he is coming for her; but all too soon he is passing her with the barest notion with his tail. At his gesture and command Elora is pivoting on large paws and falling instep beside him. She didn't follow behind him, as perhaps some were expected to, but rather kept up just with him. Their paces were matched, and pale sage highlighted with brilliant citrine take in all that passed them by. The snow drifted branches of pale, leafless trees. The grey and brown foliage that littered the ground beneath paw. They did not travel far as they were already deep within the packlands- but it felt as if they were concealed even more so within the heart of Bright Moon. This place.. there was a feeling that pricked just beneath her fur and Elora kept all of her senses on high alert. But while she was focused on all around her, she was too focused on the male beside her, eager for any words or gestures he might once again offer her. Anything to know. Anything at all. And then it hits her. That aroma. That sweet, lovely, enchanting scent. The russet pelted wolf with the dusting of alabaster against her shoulders, spine, and the front of her chest is unable to move. She doesn't want to lose this. She doesn't want this moment to pass and she has to savour every single second of it. All too soon she knows the breeze will come and carry all traces away. There's a certain panic rising in her chest- for as surely as she can scent them, so can she too scent the stench of death within them. They have not been fresh and alive for some time now, but they are here. They are still here. And perhaps it is after her mind registers this, and once again focuses back on Darcia that she notices how far away he is. Granted the clearing they are in is not very large, but the ample space is more than enough for her to notice. Doing her best to gather herself, her red painted ears twitched when his last sentence fell between them, thick and choking. She had no reason to, but there was a sudden flaring pain within her chest that caused her to visibly flinch. It did not happen often, but when it did, it was more than a little uncomfortable. There was a physical pain that came with mental pain for Elora, and the fact that not only was the dark male rather far away- his entire body language and choice of words screamed rejection. Rejection from what, though, the red headed wolf was not sure. It was not as if she had asked anything of him, save for to show her what he just had. Unless he was under the impression of more, or something else? It was an odd thing, to try and figure out another and while Elora had usually been good at it- this Darcia soul was something else entirely. And so when he actually turned away from her after his words, after his warning, her paws were once again acting to their own accord. It didn't take her long to find herself just beside him again, part of her soul screaming at her to stay put in the grave of the flowers and another part coaxing her to coax him. Why did he turn away from her so? Was she not one of his wolves- under his protection and one of his own to look after? Perhaps Darcia was not a leader such as the one Elora thought him to be. For while she indeed was on her own, and had been for some time now- there was still much for her to learn about the world and of the different sorts of wolves. Darcia could, essentially, be the furthest thing from what was originally thought, but the only way for her to truly know would be to find out. If he would let her. For she did not think she had it in her to force anything from him, regardless of the result it had on her. She had one thing to say, and perhaps it was not what he expected- but it came from her anyway. "Why?..." In that one word is so much, her tone quiet as before but full of something even she did not know. Passion? Need? Desperation? And yet it was none of those all the same. She didn't understand, and wanted to, needed to. This place, and he, was hazing her senses and her mind wasn't functioning as it normally did. Her thoughts were jumbled and she was having a difficult time, hanging on by barely a thread. The slightest movement could severe that connection, and then she would be spiraling, to a place most unknown and terrifying. Only question was- would she be alone in this or would she have a companion beside her?
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