She watches him out of the corner of her eye as he feverishly picks at the various items in his pelt. Soon enough though, he does follow her into the moon's rays. His ebony pelt contrasts wonderfully with her own. He seems almost nervous, and quite frankly adorable in his awkwardness.
She debates for a fleeting moment if she should continue walking or stand to speak with the rattled male. The decision is made quickly though and she twists her lithe ivory body around to sit in the middle of the small clearing. Her amber orbs shine in the soft light as she looks at him once more. Taking in his somewhat cleaner form. She hadn't even thought to take in his scent, or had she... she didn't remember. Though she hadn't made a not of whether he was in a pack or not so she must have forgotten. It is when he mentions it that she finally picks the scent up.
She blinks quietly, considering if she should join a pack here or not. It wasn't really like she had anywhere else to go at the current time. And it wasn't as if she would notice the time pass if she did or not. The slender feme drags her tail through the dirt as she trails off into her thoughts. She nearly doesn't notice his questions. In fact it is entirely possible he asked the question minutes prior and she is just now noticing. But, oh well.
She snaps herself back to reality and smiles again at the male.
"I do not belong to any pack at this moment, no. I had a pack once, it was very far from this place though, are there many packs here? What is your rank........ erm... sir"
She tilts her head and flicks her ears awkwardly realizing she did not know the brutes name. She stares into his green eyes, peering into his soul with her own fiery oculars.
"My name is Galifrey, it's a pleasure to meet you."
She bows her small head to his frame. A slight breeze rustles her changing pelt and loosens a tuft of thin white hair. She watches it intently as it floats away carelessly through the trees and into the dark of the night. She looks him over again, wondering if he might be some big powerful alpha... or just a measly underling...Neither of which would change her opinion of him much. In her eyes all lives are created equal. And all creatures were treated with respect until they chose otherwise.
Perhaps it was simply the fact that she had no concept of time, but she never held grudges, and she always gave everyone the benefit of the doubt. This almost always seemed to land her sorry butt in trouble. But it wasn't like she felt the pain for long... at least not the mental pain. She often wondered what it felt like to grieve.... or feel much of anything for very long at all. Physical pain was different, it was the one thing that allowed her a sense of time. Her amber orbs stare out across the lands again as she waits for the brute to respond.
Gallifrey
Night will fall and drown the sun,
When a good man goes to war.
Friendship dies and true love lies,
Night will fall and the dark will rise,
When a good man goes to war.
Female || Lone || Young Adult
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