This... this was the day she'd find out what more than 90% of all the wolves in this place already know, today was the day she'd find that other half of her soul, the moment in which the stars would align and the day in which she would forever and forever, never be alone again. She did not know this was the day, for all she knew this large gathering of wolves was plotting to conspire against her mother, dearest Lavender could be their ring leader, but she didn't know if this was true. Did not wish to be the one to find out either really, she liked Lavender and the thought of the female being against her mother and father only seemed to make her tiny belly do flip flops inside of her. But as she lays here she spots a striped male, slowly... ever so slowly making his way towards her. Her head tilts to the side as she looks at him, from the tip of his toes all the way up- and then the world seems to grow slow around her.
Where once the wolves where mulling around and some yelling at others, their movements become sluggish and her voices become dull and almost incomprehensible. She lays on her belly looking up at him and even though he is her younger by a few years, three to be exact, and though he was young he was not shy of being taller than she already. He walked with the grace of the preditor that he was, the way the wind shuffled through his fur seemed to make rise the butterflies within her heart that had been made to lay dormant after she had found out about Meryl and Danny, she is struck by how handsome he was and truely it was as if the sun had shed it's light from any other being or object and placed it solely upon his back as he moved towards her. There was something going on, something strange that she did not understand and yet she felt like she had known this stranger her entire life. As if- as if the world had finally broken free the secret bonds of her soul and opened them up, just for him.
Frozen, this is what you could say she was, stuck to the very ground she lay upon as if winters frost had suddenly arrived and glued her pelt to the grass, her limbs lay before her as those perfect doe like baby pink eyes washed over his eyes and she found that he was standing within the distance that she could push her nose up to his. It is not nerves that send her tongue out to lick at the tips of her black lips as she watches him in silent awe, she does not know why she is so frozen, why she does as she does, or feels how she feels even though it feels so very very right to her. A whimper rises helplessly from his lips and she feels the need to be close to him, her feet shuffle her closer to him, unable it appears to lift herself from her laying position, this leaves her back legs splayed out behind her as she pulls herself closer to him. He does not smell like any other pack she has ever been to, he smells of wonderous adventure, of not having to answer to anyone ever. Her head tips backwards as her tongue presses to the underside of his jaw, taking a few quick licks as her tail begins to beat a tune of happiness against the ground.
"talks like this."