In few words, she had made her presence clear, yet the inquisitive nature of the girl brought her closer perhaps to assess the origin of this strange creature fixated on her state of repose. Again, the female’s ear bent forward though it was with more opened, attentive eye that she received the younger female. Slowly, she curled herself forward then braced her paws beneath her to shift into a sitting position. Her movements were slow and deliberate, indicative that she carried no ill intention toward the youth… even as her nostrils drank in the musk of the Creek among the fragrance of the spring blooms. Xi’nuata breathed as her curled her tongue over her lips. She sat there for a moment, solitary aside from the pale female under her sights.
“I am,” she answered honestly, openly. Her voice was but a whisper hardly rising over the sigh of the breeze. “If you seek company, it is unlikely your Alpha will be pleased with your present choice.” Again she wet her lips, tasting a bit of pollen on the flat of her tongue. “Where is your company, young one?” Surely the regulations of the Creek were not so lax that they would let and young wolf wander on their own without protection. But then if this were the case, she would not have found herself surprised. The wolves of the Creek were odd, if not disappointing in some manner. |