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The Grotto
Disaster has struck!
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IP: 71.75.66.5
Posted on March 4, 2014 at 10:33:30 PM by Mistletoe
She hated asking Warlow for such a meeting but he didn’t refuse her even now she followed him whilst he tracked his sister. As his scent intermingles with his she felt her muscles relax from the tension she seemed to gain when she was even a short distance from him. She is left to fallow thinking of the encounter with his sister brought out of her thoughts as his tail smacked into her muzzle. Her gaze met his as she mirrored his grin nipping at his tail playfully before lingering at his side her gaze shifting to her surroundings as they entered the caves.
When the white fem speaks she couldn’t move forward. She scolds herself mentally knowing she had nothing to worry of and yet her limbs and vocals seemed to fail her in this moment. Her gaze shifted to Warlow giving her composure and calm before she turns her attention to Natu. “Mistletoe. It is…nice to meet you Natu. Warlow was so kind as to let me met his sister.” She spoke her gaze lingering on the fem which a curiosity laced with caution. To be at a lack of words was an odd sensation for her. No words truly had to be shared between her and Warlow as it had to express herself to others. He had been someone she didn’t mind being silent for just to embrace his time or drink in his scent that seemed to stay strongly mixed with hers. She stepped closer to Warlow to find a comfort only he could offer. She supposed she could engage in mindless chatter but Warlow had brought her such a long way for her to simply chatter and leave. She was going to make an effort for some sort of good interactions with the fem.
She relaxed taking in Warlows scent before lifting her gaze to the female, she offered a warm smile before she spoke with a light, pleasant tone remaining herself that she needn’t feel threatened. She was curious to her comment so decided it would be a good place to have foothold in starting a conversation; “If I may, what did you mean when you spoke to Warlow?” She asked her curious nature bubbling to the surface as though it had been hidden from the unknown wolves of this land. She wondered what tension if any was held by the siblings as a concerned look crossed her features she hoped her request would not harm Warlow in the future, and so she waited in silence her gaze rarely leaving the fem. Her eyes held a hint of concern and something much deeper; a warning. She will protect what is hers though she was sure this fem wouldn’t hurt her own family right?
mistletoe – Warlow holds her Soul - stat