For a few long moments the two wolves simply stared, assessing one other. Greer had no idea what was going through the stranger’s mind (Lucero, she reminded herself. And somehow he didn’t truly feel like a stranger.) but her own was running wild. Foremost, she was completely confused. She wanted to believe that she was imagining the whole thing, but her feelings were too real, completely ethereal. It wasn’t even love, or affection, but a pure, undiluted longing. She reminded herself that just minutes ago she had been hallucinating but the argument was quiet and feeble. The she-wolf wanted to run to him simply to be near. It was completely unlike her and she hated it.

Her gaze was beginning to waver and Greer noticed that the boy’s own eyes shimmered slightly. Their stances seemed to mirror one another, wanting but unsure of the whole ordeal. She glanced quickly up and down Lucero’s bright body, full of fire. She had never met him yet he seemed so familiar, as though she had arranged to meet him here all along. Panic was beginning to stir in the corners of Greer’s mind, though it had yet to completely consume her. Her joints shivered and her muscles were taught but she couldn’t move.

The spell was broken when Lucero sat back and spoke. The she-wolf’s pale eyes glanced down at the hares and quickly back up. Her mouth watered. “Ah…” She began, but didn’t finish whatever she had been going to say. She sloshed out of the river and moved cautiously towards the male. Once closer, she darted in a snatched a fat hare, and then backed away with it. Still, she stayed closer to Lucero than she had previously been, crouching on the bank. Greer demolished the prey in seconds, snapping her jaws rapidly and ripping into its middle. Finished, she looked up warily to meet Lucero’s eyes. They were blue as she had thought, but bright like the rest of him, a shining teal.

“Thank you.” She conceded, licking the hare’s blood from her maw. She normally hated to accept charity but like everything this day, she felt differently. It didn’t hurt that she had been starving either. “Ah’m Greer. Ah’ve only been ‘ere abouta week.” She panted slightly, having eaten too fast, though her stomach was certainly grateful. Greer tried to avoid looking straight into Lucero’s eyes. Instead she cast swift, short glances to his teal eyes. She was not quite ready to face him, and everything he was, quite this close up yet.

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female , five , loner , bound by lucero