Lake Rodney We don't like when visitors come

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The silence that followed her nod was all but deafening, distributing upon her chest a hefty weight. She could not tell from appearances alone if he was the social type, and so the likelihood of him acknowledging her, in turn, was something that she could not calculate—not accurately, that is. Glancing back towards the water, her eyes were able to linger for only a second before snapping back towards the male, his voice reaching out to her. So, he is friendly. Drawing in a deep breath, she left it to linger in her lungs for a second before releasing it, attempting to calm her nerves. The last male that she had met was kind, his words having eventually been able to soothe her, rather than distress her. This she hoped to be the case for the new stranger, knowing that she needed to eventually get used to meeting males if she were to continue her journey.

Kaori tried to make her legs move forward, to lessen the distance between them so that neither might have to speak too loudly, but they wouldn’t budge. Wishing not to push herself, she remained where she was and called out a soft, “Hello,” to the male. It is okay, she tried to assure herself, perhaps he is as kind as Tryp. Following her silent pep talk, the girl asked, “Is this your, um… your home?” The scent of wolves didn’t seem strong enough for the land to be under someone’s claim, but she could think of nothing else to say. Again, thoughts of her sister fled from her mind, leaving her to struggle for a conversational topic.

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