Ravensblood Forest brief encounters

Totes adorbs. :')

Ainm, ainm, ainm, ainm Bazi repeated internally, determined to remember the word. The exchange had established a tiny thread between their two languages, and given them a tool to expand each other's vocabulary. Everything had an ainm, after all.

Tiarnán seemed positively elated by their progress. Bazi wondered if he had attempted to communicate with anyone else, and how well that had gone down. Judging by the fact that he was alone, she guessed badly - otherwise they might have offered him shelter against the darkness. Packs in the Teekon Wilds were made up of stragglers, and this one was both healthy and handsome (something she had most definitely not been when Fox had welcomed her into the Creek).

Tiarnán's attempt at showing her the dance of his people ended in the most spastic dance move Bazi had ever seen. She stifled a chortle, and waited until he stood solidly on all four beside her. "Sleep," he repeated, less enthused this time. Bazi couldn't for the life of her figure out why. It was late, wasn't it? And without a pack, how long would it have been since this guy ate? It didn't even occur to her that sharing a stranger's warmth was anything but normal. It was cold - neither of them wanted to be alone - they had exchanged ainms now - it only made sense to bunk together.

But Bazi was the wolf equivalent of the type of human that flings their clothes off in the changing room and struts around; Tiarnán was the kind that changed in the a bathroom stall or awkwardly inside a towel. She gave him a quizzical look, then - without invitation - pushed her muzzle under his chin and offered a few comforting licks. He must just be scared of the dark, she reasoned, ignorant of the fact that it was a puff of white, not the all-encompassing black, that had Tiarnán on his toes.