King Elk Forest take a chill pill

my first posts are almost always super short, sorry! it'll pick up in quality and length, i promise.

The fawn trekked close to the borders, not far behind the form of the receding male. She was always nearby when a howl was sent into the air, just in case something happened, something she could help with. Even though the wolf was on his way out of Tindómë's borders, she still felt as if though she should inquire herself as to what he was doing here, even though he had already (most likely) been interrogated by Delight and Mato. Oh, hello! I don't think we've met. Her tone was more cheery and gentle than that of her male companions, and though she was not going to force him into conversation his appearance struck her — he looked so much like her Mattias from behind.

Ah, okay! Thank you! I already love where this is going.

She rolls his name around in her mind before saying it out loud: Uka. She smiles at it, nodding pleasurably, for it is a name she has never encountered but she likes it for what it is — foriegn to her. She does not know of the man's inward, brazen confidence; the girl is strikingly intimate yet romantically unintelligent and sometimes even Mato's advances had confused her, yet sometimes because of this ignorance she came off as more flirtatious than intended. I am Seabreeze. It is nice to meet you, Uka. She says his name again, enticed by the way her mouth forms around the vowel-heavy moniker.

Are you just traveling through? She had traveled quite a bit now, at least between the Vale and the King Elk, and she was curious as to where she were going but if he withheld it from her she would pursue it no more.

His words strike her in a way she is unfamilar with, in a way she does not like, even though he intended no harm in his words. She had tried so hard to forget the sea and its call, pushing down the way she had felt, unbridled and free with the water at her ankles.

The realization comes to her that the tinge of salt has most likely left her pelt (though she could not tell — individuals are almost always noseblind to their own scent) and she darkens visibly; not angry but upset, and not with him but with her own feelings.

Still oblivious to his advances as he had not touched her, not spoken any heavy words to her, she gives him the best response she can manage. I have grown to call these woods home but the sea will always be my mistress. She wonders if she should tell him of the lake that lie close, where she and Mato had experienced their first intimate exhange, and she almost wants to keep it to herself but she feels as though this stranger, this Eucalyptus has a right to know about it if he feels the same way that she does. There is a lake, northeast of here. When I went, I experienced it like no other. The trees around it have cleared, the expanse of water is open and the stars reflect against it, blending them seamlessly. You should visit on your way out.

She shoves these feelings back down, brightening once more. So where do you come from?

You can post once more and archive this or do so as-is. :) Sorry this post is all over the place, lol, figured I would wrap it up and then we can continue over in Alpine Lake?

She softens visibly as his emotions rise, and instead of expressing her hurt she offers Uka her compassion. No, no. You did not offend me, don't worry. She weighs the other's question, rolling it around in her mind. She did not know him very well, and Mato had just returned to tend to Tindómë's creation.

Yet still, Alpine Lake was not too far. She gives him one decisive nod and throws her head back into the air to call to her packmates — a 'hey I'm going somewhere and doing something be back soon' — just in case she came up kidnapmurderkilled.

She does not wait long before she sets in the direction of the lake, might as well get to it.