There had been a lapse in thought, brought to attention when again the girl had given her name. It was the older female’s fault for not paying attention; too enthralled with the waterfowls that she had either not fully listened or absorbed the youth’s name. “Oh…” she mumbled softly, letting her ears perk up some as her eyes fully honed in on the molten grey child. “My apologies,” she replied. “You did say so…” her ears splayed back to an angle of embarrassment, though the expression at its fullest did not reach her face. Though a smile did creep to her muzzle as the youth spoke. Such a unique form of expression, and lively too; it was difficult not to smile regardless of where the child hailed from.
“The Vale is hidden within the mountains,” the female chuckled in turn, then gestured with a slow sweep to the peaks at her back. “…and escorts are for the youth,” she continued with a delicate wave of her tail. “I am afraid I’m too old-“ A stout ear swiveled to the approach of another as she spoke, then gradually her eyes turned to acknowledge him.
Her posture remained relaxed as it had been in the presence of the child, despite the tense air projected by the newcomer Creek wolf. Instead of rising to his projection, she turned attention instead to the youth. Her gentle smile intact as she took to her fondly. “How far have you traveled without an escort, then?” |