Singing the song that's inside us all.

I silently snicker as he watches the walls of the ravine, a slight query upon his face as he thought he was going mad. But the little giggle was silenced when his gaze found me above him. He had spoken of his spot as of it were a playpin, thus having me cock my head to the side as he laughs at his own remark. A light smile dances about my maw as I catch the hint of such playfulness within him, this surely is the first wolf I've met my age with a light heart. From that moment on, I could see that he looks at the world a bit differently, and it was then that I could compare myself to him.

I swiftly stood as he began to leap from rock to rock, nearly meeting at my level. As he leapt up once again, I notice a slight in counter with difficulty as the rock beneath him slips. I can't help myself but to laugh as he scrambles over the ledge, my lithe frame rolling onto the ground, still watching and laughing as he climbs. After making such efforts, he hauls himself over the ledge, his back against the ground with limbs pouring towards the sky. I roll back over, my belly meeting the cool ground beneath me.
My laughter dies down to a giggle, something I'm unable to stop for this moment, as it is still too funny to me. I gaze upon him, catching his double hued eyes, the giggle still rumbling from inside and out.

"You're definitely not one to give up so easily," I say, trying to fight my own laughter. Finally the storm of glee within myself fades, yet I still choke out bits of laughter, and my ribs begin to ache. "Bravo, good sir. You've done fairly brilliantly, if I may say."

I smile brightly at the brute, before glancing down into the hole that rest inside the ground. Shaking my head, I turn to gaze upon him once more, while thinking... There is no way I could have gotten out of such situation as he did. Soon I decide the ground feels a bit hard against my said aching ribs, so I stand to properly greet the male. As I do, my legs slips off the ledge and I nearly tumble to my own doom. Thankfully, though, my paws catch the ground and before I can make the fall I leap back up with a loud thump. I attempt to stand once more.

"Might I add, I do think your klutzy ways are beginning to rub off on me." I laugh, taking a step closer to him and then I nudge my nose against his shoulder.
"I am Attila," I introduce myself with such playful pride before treating him with a coy smile.

If we don't open our eyes we're walking blind.

Attila
four year old female
of spirane
mateless, imprintless