Firefly Glen piece of your heart

Completely fine!!! <3

 

Said companion was left a little behind. Leta had thought they were with her but in her exictement she had gone full speed ahead. The sound of anothers approach was enough to bring her back to the moment, and that was when she saw that her ears did not deceive her. From afar, they did not look so intimidating, but it being someone she did not know was enough to make her a little nervous. The young girl peered over her shoulder to feel some sort of comfort in speaking with a stranger, and that was when she saw that here and now she was quite alone. She turned around and looked to Dragomir who was closer now... and much more intimidating from this distance. 

Leta was no warrior to know that he was a strong wolf, but if one ever looked that way she figured, this must be it. He was not so large as her own father, who was a literal giant, but he was certainly larger than she... and compared to Greyback, the mauve-nosed male was much more solid (her father had put on some weight that was not muscle when the herds returned). Dragomir was certainly easy on the eyes, too, and didn't seem mean... Her gut told her, he won't hurt you. And she decided she should probably work on trusting it if she wanted to go to Moonspear, since a few seconds ago she had been ready to turn tail and abandon her quest altogether. If she did that, she would just get nowhere. 

Belatedly she noticed the rabbit that he deposited. Leta did not know it but her eyes had shifted from earth to eyes to earth again, because the shade of his reminded her of home. Leta was unaware that her eyes were the same as his own... but from there, she kept them respectfully averted. On the rabbit, now. Also not particularly an expert hunter yet (or anywhere near that, really), though she wanted to be, she scarcely recognized how clean a kill this was. Only that he had successfully caught something. 

He had asked something, and Leta looked back to him, eyes on his strong chin. A meek but friendly creature, her tail stirred behind her as she worked toward building up enough confidence to all but squeak out: Moonspear, her gaze shifted to just over his shoulder, where the mountain stood. It was quick to return to him before she spoke again: I am Leta from Easthollow, and uhm, Moonspear I think is behind you... that's where I was headed. To visit my older brother, Nikai, and Alya too! A cursory sniff then, but Leta could not recall very well the scent Alya had worn when she visited. So she was not absolutely positive Dragomir might be from there. ...are you... from there? She inquired, unable to mask the admiration already there for the mere idea of it. She bet he was. He looked so impressive that, like Alya, it would make sense.