I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies.

She stilled as her ears twitched, detecting the approach of another. Muscles tensing in to strong bunches, tightening like springs awaiting release. The musky scent finally drifted her way, twitching and inhaling. Male she realized, her eyebrows raising slightly in intrigue as she sought to remain composed. It wouldn’t do to come off as too aggressive at the moment, no playing the happy-go-lucky girl with not a care in the world would do for now. Barely could she see golden tips of two triangular ears broke the wall of grass around her followed by two blue eyes, not entirely unlike her own.

No doubt this was going to go one of two ways quickly.

The sly smile curved back over her lips as his light chuckle broke her tension. She rolled her lithe form over, getting her feet beneath her before rising up to look in to a face that quite resembled her own. Her head cocked sideways as he spoke, catching the lilting tones of his voice. His scent had spoken of but a few others meaning if he came from a pack it was a small one. She wondered momentarily what the odds were of him being quite the loner like herself. Like calls to like.

She shrugged her toned shoulders, conveying that she did not exactly mind his intrusion in the most non-committal way possible. “Everything is made to be disrupted,” she said finally, the words rhythmic and soft in answer to his apology. Apologies were rarely necessary, all they really meant was doing what you wanted and hoping no one minded too much. “You don’t apologize to the grass for walking on it, or the lake for causing ripples,” the smile grew slightly tossing a glance to the grass beneath her own tawny form.

Her attention jerks back to him as he continues on giving her his name. Neirin. She rolled the name over in her mind, poking at it gently and with some intrigue. It had been some time since she had exchanged small talk with someone. It was a pleasant change. Stretching out her muscled neck she brought her angular face toward his, her black nose twitching mere centimeters from his own inhaling, exhaling, and repeating. “Church,” she said quietly, almost like it was a secret to be passed in hushed corners of darker places thought the laughter in her voice hinted at the irony of it all.

Leaning back she flashed him a mischievous look with those aquamarine eyes. “So I’m assuming you’re from around here then? Seeing as you have such a feel for the climate of local moods.” Even if he didn’t smell of a large pack he smoke with familiarity and it may be her first opportunity to get a feel for this place.

timberwolf // female // 36in - 98lbs // six // unpaired // loner // riley

I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife.