Northstar Vale Complaining is Verbal Littering

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-waves a magic wand to make this thread happen after Winds of Change-

The female he was speaking to drifted away. Her white bodice seemed to dissipate, drifting away like a ghost upon the wind as their words were lost to quiet musing of times now long forgotten. He stared at the subtle stream, contemplating life and a number of other things he'd not foreseen nor anticipated for himself. Time turned. Time repeated. Time trapped.

He was not sure how long he was left sitting before a familiar scent drifted through the air. Like a dream, he ignored it until reality bit him on the ass. He jumped, turning to face her with a growl before she realized she was here in totality. The plains wolf. The one where their spar had turned into a somewhat crass playtime. Not the one who tempted her fate, but the younger far who'd seemed all to serious until she'd finally lightened up.

His face cleared relaxing as his features shifted to form a casual grin. His tail waved behind him, his tongue lolling a bit as he nipped her shoulder her lightly with his teeth. "You again," he spoke before he remembered they didn't share the same tongue. "Ava'yorn." He remembered the word the other plains female had taught him and he spoke it now. It felt strange upon his tongue and he was uncertain of its meaning, but he hoped it would suffice. Either way, she seemed please to see him again. That was enough for him.