Broken Antler Fen Begin

Only briefly did her gaze shift in the direction of the ducks--a quick, nervous little gesutre in which she didn't actually see the birds she appeared to glance toward. It was hard to pull her eyes away from the wolf approaching her, and it wasn't just the fact this was likely to be her first true interaction with another since striking out on her own.

There was something inherently captivating about the male. Something like a natural allure, he drew the eye and held it, capturing it with his own gaze and keeping it there with the soft intensity of his stare. Cori swallowed as he neared, shrank almost imperceptibly in place, and once again wagged her tail in answer to his.

The birds were all but forgotten now, her attention fully taken in by this stranger's warm expression. Her smile almost faltered because of nerves, but she brightened it a little and managed at last to speak, "Hi." It wasn't much, but Coriander spoke quietly and quickly, eager for the silence to be gone and for the air to feel alive with conversation that wasn't just the chatter of water fowl.