Firestone Hot Springs I dodge your hammer

[size=x-small]Funny that your wolf's eyes are like stars and she just described Yuda's as night. Night sky with stars.[/size]

There was no pride when she said her name, even if he had guessed that the word that branded her would not be vanilla to the world. It was concise and did not sound unpleasant to his ears, yet Yuda really did not care. A name was simply a word that labeled a wolf to be beckoned; though the watercolor male would not flinch nor startle — or even respond — if anyone would ever call it. For selective wolves in the past, an answer would come almost reluctantly from the boy — but an answer would come, even if it was just a pause in his strut or the slightest movement of his head.

And the slightest movement of his head is what Yuda gave to this Amelie. It wasn't quite half of a nod, but an acknowledgement from the male was something spectacular to be seen — even if odd to the rest of the world. He was one of serious nature, almost so serious that his actions could definitely be seen as rude, callous, cruel, or even apathetic. Blasé would be at the top of the list, and a definite.

And so, a look of almost boredom was shown in his body, his stance, and mostly in the look he gave. The darkness of his eyes held nothing, just as the lack of color.