Firestone Hot Springs Wandering crow

There seemed to be some sort of recognizing within her when Crete offered her his response to her introduction: a forlorn, wistful sort of small smile, one that had not been meant to express mirth. Despite that she seemed to recognize him he was fairly sure that he had not even caught a glimpse of her before, and if not for her introduction would have not even known her name. Unlike others ’Blue did not seem to struggle with understanding his body language. This made communication measurably easier and kept the frustration that tended to follow trouble with the bridge of communication at bay. Some wolves were better at interpreting it than others, Crete had found. She explained as the flicker of knowledge danced in the depths of her irises, that Peregrine had spoken of him to her, and that was how she had known his name. Crete nodded once to confirm that he was indeed, Peregrine’s mute brother. It was true that they did not particularly look all that alike. Crete, as his name suggested, took after Aether’s younger brother physically that had passed away in Aether’s youth, and in turn his father and uncle’s mother: Athena.

Blue complimented Crete’s non-verbal skills, calling them phenomenal; as Crete processed her flattering words a soft rush of heat crept like a thief into his cheeks, warming him, causing him to give her a sheepish sort of shrug. He supposed he had never considered it before. Silence and the according non-verbal communication was all Crete had ever known. He had never felt the gentle thrum of speech beginning in his chest, never felt the vibrations rumble up his throat, was never to know the soft tenor of his voice as it slipped from spliced lips, rolling off his tongue. Would never hear the sound of his own howl as it was to cut through the air. As it was, he didn’t even know the ferocity of growls and according snarls as they would tear from something deep and feral in his chest. Body language was all he ever had, all he would ever have, so it was not unusual for Crete to simply think nothing of it. At her inquiry, Crete considered his responses. When he had first slipped from the Plateau he really had not had a destination in his mind, had not really harbored any purpose other than he liked exploring. It was then that Crete remembered he could be doing something more productive, and that he had begin to have designs of hunting for medicinal herbs -- not that he was overtly confident he would find any. Instead he shrugged his broad shoulders once more, communicating the truth: he really hadn’t had a purpose.

In her ramble, of which Crete really didn’t mind -- he had plenty of sisters and associated over talking with the female gender given this -- she expressed that she actually was searching for herbs. So she was a medic too? Maybe I can help? Crete’s body shifted slightly, his expression stating his inquiry and interest in helping her gather herbs. It would be an easy enough task for Crete if she told him what she was looking for - he was well versed in medicines and would likely know what it looked like by name.

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