All of his attention was trained on the path he had walked down. The strange longing to see her and be near to her growing with every moment. Little did he know the desire grow as the girl got closer. Relief flooded his body as she stepped into his line of sight. At last he felt like he could breath again. She was close, and she was unharmed. The other pups at the party had been intimidating. Their postures dominant and threatening. Zeru was relieved this girl had stepped away, better yet had come this way. To his delight, she came straight towards him. He wondered if she had felt the strange feeling, too. Words came from her, his eyes instinctively worked to read what she was saying. Cool grey eye seemed to focus on her lips with acute intensity while his emerald eyes shined, appearing to flick all over her body to read any other cues. Stepping forward, he frowned slightly. Hiding? No, never. Never from her. I was… Clipped and awkward voice trailed off as he tried to search through his limited knowledge for what exactly he had been doing. ...I was hoping you come. Yes, he felt as though he had found the right phrases. Growing more confident he moved from under the brush and rocks he had waited beside. Tail unconsciously started to wag, even though his uncertainty and awkwardness at where he had found himself and how. Still, he continued forward, wanting to understand and needing to understand more about her. I saw you, and you were different. He took another step closer to her, ears twitching as if their movement could read something about the air and the feelings between them. It in his clipped voice he was struggling to find and pronounce the words. But he did not know, he did not care. He could not keep his eyes off her and his tongue was tied in his mouth more than usual. I hoped you find me. Who are you? Why are you different? Head tilted to the side curiously. Already she had gotten more words out of him than he had spoken before. The brothers had encouraged him to speak, and ask when he did not know an answer to something. He still preferred his own silence when he could help it, but for her and in this, speaking and knowing seemed important. |