A warrior breaks into the barrier if the Teekon without armor or a sword to protect himself. The Roman brute enters into a new land. Only a few months ago had he fled away from the two beasts called bears. Now he is in a new world. The man should have carried himself higher, straight posture and eyes hungry for compotition. Instead he felt small, head down and tail drooped.
He lost everything he loved. His mother. His father. His sister and brothers. His pack. His home. He had fit in so well with his native pack, now he stuck out like a sore thumb. It was obvious to any onlooker that he didn't know where he was. His grey optics wide ad examining everything around him. He twitched nervously every time he crushed a twig. It wasn't safe here to him. Not at all. This new atmosphere was terrifying.
He went onwards, despite the fear crawling along his spine. The sand Durwin stepped on was very unusual for him. He walked like a dog in socks, lifting his legs high as they went forward. At his old home, all there was was grass, dirt, and fresh water. It was warmer were he stayed. Now it was colder and he grains of sand weaved into the creases in his paws. And the scent of sea water wasn't very pleasant either.
By now, he looked like a complete fool, so he gave up walking and lie down were he stand. The wind snapped at his fur and hunger gnawed at his stomach.
The ocean was not a place she frequented. Truthfully, she avoided it if only because the way the salty water clashed with with thriving foliage of land made it difficult to discover new and fresh things. However, she was wandering and as her sense of direction was all kinds of poor, she ended up in a brand new place with little to do save turn around and try to find her way back to the Maplewood. Of course, such a thing was far easier in theory than in practice and she ended up more lost than before. Oh dear. She was completely hopeless.
She ended up in a patch of ocean littered with little tide pools. As of current the tide was out so she was able to trapeze along the rock beds and make herself at home with all the creatures trapped in their little pools. A shame really, that they'd been caught, but they made easy targets for themselves. If she'd been hungry, she might have considered snacking upon them. As such, she settled with letting the be as she contemplated whether or not there were any plants of interest to be obtained from ocean water. She wrinkled her nose. Likely not.
In her wrinkling of the nose, she caught a scent that seemed somewhat familiar. As it was not a species of flora, she could not peg it entirely, but it smelled vaguely of wolf. Curious, Citali padded forward and nearly stumbled across a male who blended in with the rocks. He looked a little worse for wear, but she paid it no attention as she moved and placed a reasonable distance between the two of them. "I hope you're not planning to sleep there," she uttered a-matter-of-factly. "Tide will roll back in a few hours from now. You'll surely drown."
He lifted his head when he heard a voice. His eyes met with another wolf. His headlined questionably at her words, for he did not know what she was talking about."Nu înţeleg," was his answer. He knew little words in the English language, which would make things difficult for him. Maybe there was someone who could teach him.
He stood up, a little bit of water dripping from his pelt. He usually looked like a strong warrior, but that wasn't the case now. His fur was matted in places and he looked small. It felt like he was nothing but a skeleton now.
Looks would have to wait though. He needed to remember the very few words Magge had taught him. "Name Durwin," he spoke with a heavy accent, "You?"
The wolf stirred and looked to her with something of a blank expression. Citali merely blinked at him, waiting for some kind of a reply when he uttered back something in a language she didn't not understand. Excellent. They had a language barrier between them. Her ears dropped in her annoyance as she wondered if conversing with this wolf might be more trouble than it was worth.
She watched as he rose. Seawater dripped from his pelt as he displayed himself true. He looked worse for wear. Thin. Scrawny. Life as a loner did nothing good for this wolf. A shame. He might have fleshed out a bit if he was in a pack and better fed.
He might also do better if he spoke the common tongue. He tried. She understood these efforts as he introduced himself. Durwin. A peculiar name. "Citali," she replied. Her name was simple enough. As for what else to say, she was at an impassive if only because there was a language barrier. So she said nothing, and simply looked to him.
Citali. It was a name foreign to him. Though his name was unique as well if you did not know Romanian meaning. If you think of it, all names can be unique. It was just a beauty of it.
He stood there fo a moment, not knowing what to say. He wasn't sure how to speak to this girl. They were basically opposites when it came to so each. So for awhile there was awkward silence.
"Citali pack?", he asked breaking the silence. This was a good to learn about the packs around here. He didn't want to be alone forever, mostly because he wouldn't survive without a home.
Silence filled the space between them. She did not know the breadth of his vocabulary and was loathe to speak too much lest he not comprehend the meaning of her words. His own gibberish of a tongue was too much for her understanding. If this continued, she wasn't sure how much longer she'd be able to stay. It was extremely frustrating on her end. She did not understand why wolves traveled so far away with foreign tongues. It made their natural instincts of joining a pack all the more difficult.
Speaking of, he inquired as to whether she was a part of one. Sort of. She was making a few assumptions. "Yes," she said with a nod. Perhaps with the universal body language he would better understand. "Are you? Pack?" Perhaps there were other wolves around these parts who spoke the same language he did.
So she did have a pack. It was obvious, since she did have that scent on her. Maybe he shouldn't have asked the question in the first place. Why ask if you already know the answer? Kind of dumb, but he still had done it.
He shook his head to her words. "Pack no more. Lone." He was alone. There was another emotion. Fear, something he thought he would never feel again. Everything was new and he felt the need to be cautious.
"Pack no more." She frowned, her ears flattening upon her head. She realized this. Simply from looking at him, one could easily tell his scrawny hide was not as well taken care of as it might have been had he been eating regularly within the comforts of a pack. Hunts and such. More wolves. Larger kills. More to eat. He'd benefit greatly from a regular meal. That, and a bath that was more than salt water. Freshwater was simply better for that sort of thing.
"Are you looking for a pack?" she asked in return. She had one. She was loathe to invite another male as she found them to be a bit of a silly gender, but she could not deny another face would be welcome. Another presence. If he was seeking, she had a place she could offer, but she understood some wolves preferred to remain alone.
Again, he could only understand some of the female's words. Look and pack. He assumed she was asking if he was seeking one out. That was a hard question. He should join a pack soon, but he didn't feel like it should be now. He still wanted to get used to this strange land.
He decided the answer after awhile. "No." He would definitely do so later on. The warrior just wasn't ready for it yet. Besides, at this state, who would want him to join their ranks?
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Words were hard, clearly. Her unamused expression was drawn blanker still as she stared at him and waited for a reply. The silence stretched for what felt like an eternity before he finally replied.
No. Well that wasn't so hard now was it?
"I see." At least they had that little question resolved. Now it was just a matter of where to go from here.
This time it was on her for the lengthy stretch of silence. She looked at him and realized she had nothing more to say. No questions. No nothing. They were simply occupying each other's time. Time, that could be better spent on other things.
"Good day, then," she replied suddenly as she excused herself and slipped away.