The blue-eyed female’s words bounced joyfully around as she spoke and Poet grinned. So far all the wolves he’s encountered in this place were pleasant, with the exception of Smiles. What was her name, anyway? The male became distracted with the thought momentarily before the girl, who introduced herself as Poppy, offered to call Josalyn.
Poppy’s voice rang out, echoed and ricocheted through the trees around them, and quickly died down back into the eerie silence that haunted Poet the entire time he’d spent here so far. As they waited for Josalyn to, hopefully, make her appearance, the other male introduced himself, as well. “You guys can call me Poet. Nice to meet you both,” he offered with a friendly grin.
Soon enough the golden girl appeared, a bright figure amongst the otherwise dark green atmosphere. Her and Poppy were actually pretty similar in color, he noted. Ruark began to speak again with a sudden charm added to his tone and Poet perked his ears at him curiously. The male didn’t fail to catch the wink and smile he threw Josalyn’s way, either. Clearly he had a crush and Poet gave an inaudible huff of a laugh to himself. Ah, young love.
His blue eyes glanced to Josalyn then. “Whaddup, String Bean?” He smiled, still obviously amused by his chosen nickname for her. “This one found herbs for you, Medicine Master,” his tone was playful and nonthreatening as he tossed his snout to Ruark. He thought they’d make a cute couple, even if Ruark did have a weird way of flirting. The other male seemed harmless enough, but Poet figured he’d stay here for a while to make sure nothing unwelcome occurred between anyone. Big brother is watching.
Poet turned his head to Poppy now, not wanting her to feel left out of the conversation. “So are you two part of the same pack? Do you do medicine, too?” His tone perked up at the second question. If she was, then maybe she could end up teaching Poet a few things about medicine if Josalyn was unavailable come spring.
Oct 11, 2015 08:21 PM — Post #8
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