At once I notice her defensive stance and the small snarl that’s waiting on the edge of her lips. Oh no, I did not mean to make her feel threatened. I whine softly and turn my gaze away from her to show her that I am not here to hurt her. My ears lay flat on my skull and my tail is lowered, but slightly ridged in anxiety. This dark girl was the first wolf I had come across in Moladion in ten years and I was hoping it would be a pleasant exchange but it looked like that may not be the case. I didn’t want to start a fight so I carefully stepped back, each paw moved slowly so as not to startle my new companion. I didn’t dare look at her until I felt I was a safe distance from her, in case she snapped.
She spoke then, her voice sounding confused by my approach. Her golden eyes watched me, expecting an answer that I could not give. I vowed to never speak again. I knew the words but my tongue had been silent for so long that it had forgotten how to form them. Instead, I whimpered softly again and gave a small wag of my tail. I raised my nose and sniff loudly, taking in her scent. ’I want to know you. Friend. No threat.’
It was hard living a silent life but I felt it was worth it. Most wolves still understood the old ways. It was ingrained into their very souls but sometimes it took a bit of digging to find it. I was sure that once she knew I was not a threat, the dark girl would calm and, perhaps, even stay with me for a bit. Most of my exchanges with strangers are short lived and quiet. But I longed for the company of others and I would greedily take as much time with another wolf as I could get. Perhaps she would be the way in I needed to be accepted into a pack. For now, I was content to wait for her reaction and see if I had made a new friend.
WHIMPER
Female || Twelve || Loved by none || Loner |