He looks at me, intensity consuming his violet eyes – it is as though he is deliberately penetrating deep into my soul. He opens his mouth to speak but no words are spoken and he closes it once again. He is surely a quizzical wolf, I must say. He has faded off into past memories, or so I guess. I smile, wrapping my tail around me with a powerful push. He has an eerie side to him that I cannot calculate. He scares me slightly but intriguing manner. I see his eyes flickering nervously and I cannot help but tilt my head. I turn my head to look behind me, just catching the view of him licking his lips. There is nothing behind me… My eyes encounter his face once more and although I slightly confused – no expression is filtered upon my face. I have to strain my lobes to capture his quiet word but thankfully I can tell by his mouth what he has spoken. No. I nod, “I do not either, Russia.” I say and because I believe the conversation is forced other – to my best ability – more words. “I would like to someday but there are many choices.”
I do not know what to say next, I would have preferred to have stumbled across a wolf who rambles a lot. I do not allow my awkwardness show through however; just a small but visible smile. “Uh,” I mumble. Great, now my awkwardness has appeared. I am terrible in conversations… “I must apologise, I am not good in conversations. I never know what to say.” Maybe he will understand? I stifle a sigh and reform my posture, muscles shifting beneath my sandy coat. I am now straight; like a proper lady should act in front of a gentleman. Well, this is a good start isn’t it? I always seem to give bad impressions on first meetings… Sometimes I wish I could simply turn over a new leaf and become a different wolf. But that is impossible… Or is it?
Possible or not, it is probably impossible for me.
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