Forbidden Filly
Sandrina had forgotten where she was going. Oh it was a funny, funny thing to be lost in a place you lived your whole life. But, it wasn't her fault, not really. No one told that particular tree to move slightly there or those rocks to throw themselves over there, or the whole river to twist, turn and move itself somewhere else then it had originally been. At least that's what the wolf thought, it wasn't HER fault that she had forgotten where she was or where she was meant to be. It was...well the Earth just twisted in on itself to play mind games with her, yes that was it. That was it and there was nothing more.
But of course the knowing didn't exactly help her situation at all. Her alpha, Lilith, would be quite displeased with her. Sandrina was smart, only in a very VERY limited sense. Things just confused her, and she also had problems understanding what others meant. How very unlucky for her. But she wasn't stupid, she could function quite normally, only in a very 'ditzy' sense. She sniffed the air, ticking her eyes up towards the blazing life giver above then down to the heat distorted horizon. She was going to be in big big trouble and she knew it. Oh why couldn't her alpha had sent someone else, Sandrina's place was for the pleasures of the higher ups of the pack, not in a position that required thinking.
Maybe if she hoped, really REALLY hard then she'd figure it all out by the time the sun went down. Maybe lady luck would finally beam down on her and everything would be just fine. It's too bad Sandrina knew that fantasies and fairytales were never as realistic as they were out of the brain as they were in.
Uta
The large male loped easily between the dead trees of the woods, pausing now and then to sniff at a passing scent or watch the local squirrels play. The male had continued with his travels, investigating the nearby lands and finding that he very much enjoyed the area. It was clean, and there didn't appear to be any large cities or towns nearby to over run the place. Wolves, from what he heard through howls and found through scents, were abundant. . . and the plethora of prey trails he'd witnessed meant that there was no fear of famine.
Sure, he'd found places that were less hospitable than others (and he was sure that within the borders of packlands life was even more abundant) but overall . . . he liked it.
Did he know where he was going?
Not a clue.
But that was quite all right by him. A wanderer by nature, the striped violet wolf had no problem keeping his own company. Basking in the suns glorious rays, the wolf almost didn't see Sandrina upon the horizon.
Her natural coloured coat kept her well blended within her surroundings - and Kekarn could have kicked himself for being that unobservant. Stopping, the brute of a male sniffed the air, reading any and all information he could from the female.
"Salutations," he greeted lazily, tilting his head to study the wolfess. He didn't bother getting closer - she could very well be less than hospitable. But Kekarn was never one to up and run or show initial submission. It was too much work to go through such dominance displays. . .if someone really needed him to flash his teeth he would, when the situation presented itself.
Forbidden Filly
It took Sandrina all of five seconds before she let out a long "oh...oh.oooooooh!" At the sudden realization that there was another wolf nearby and that wolf was speaking directly to her! She had to play it coy, just like the dainty beautiful femme she knew she was, or at least could be had she been in a right frame of mind. Give off a show, rile up the bloodlust within him, and then she'd be better off for in exchange for carnality she might get information. At least on how to get home if nothing else. It was too bad Sandrina's training had just barely finished. She wasn't sure if she was comfortable in her own skin enough to go around making bargains. Perhaps if she was just friendly he might help her out all the same.
In any case, she wrenched her maw upon as she looked upon him rather stupidily. Feeling so very young suddenly despite her new treck into adulthood.
"Uhhh, hello there," she said trying to make her voice honey and oh so sweet like she was taught for so many moons. "Lovely day for a trot," she added, letting a small and weak smile slip and stretch across her muzzle.
Uta
Kekarn watched the black and brown shaded female with a vague curiousity. She was a female, his nose told him, and she had quite the variety of other scents lingering upon her fur. A packwolf, no doubt, but . . .a most peculiar sort.
At least to him.
He watched as she let out a . . moan of surprise? Was that what the oooohing was all about? Still, his lazy demeanor didn't change and his lop-sided grin also stayed plastered upon his features. Maybe he'd starteled her, or perhaps she had some mental issues?
No, no - what sort of wolf was he to judge?
She was still a stranger, and it would do him more good to get to know her than it would be to assume she was a nutcase. Every wolf was peculiar with their own set of quirks. THAT he knew as a fact.
Tail tip wagging, the congenial male gave a nod. "Indeed it is," he agreed, glancing up at the bright sun before turning back to Sandrina. "I'm glad to see I'm not the only one out enjoying such sunshine."
Did he ask her name? Eh. . . there was time. No need to rush things - she'd figure out his name soon enough. All in due time, of course. All in due time.
Forbidden Filly
Somewhere in the recesses of Sandrina's mind the little voice of wisdom told her to stop, and stop right now. If he was interested he would have acted upon that interest at the first meeting, she was as pretty a femme as any, so therefore there was no interest to be found. Perhaps he was unable to have certain feelings, or perhaps she wasn't as pretty as everyone had once thought. With all this inner knowledge somehow that tiny little voice was still ignored and replaced by all the things Sandrina had been taught, everything she defualted to being unintelligent enough to remember anything else.
Bat your eyes, wet your maw, casually let your tail flow back and forth slightly. Put on a show! Let them know you're ready for it! All the words she'd been taught by her elder courtesans flowing their her mind. The darker coated femme did all those things, though in all honestly it looked like a butterfly with wet wings. Very clumsy and silly.
"Yes, it's so very......," Her mind's eye told her to say something clever and intelligent. Something so witty, SO VERY witty that this male would have no choice BUT to be impressed. "Sunny." she capped it off, missing her goal by a very, very long shot.
"My name is Sandrina," she said sweetly, letting her head dip down slightly to look at him with a head tilt, big eyes shining brightly. "They call me that because.........." she stopped, at a loss for words. "It's my name."
Uta
Kek was old enough to understand the advances of one wolf to another. He knew how to flirt, he knew how to tell when another wolf was flirting back, and overall he knew the big-to-do about wolves and wolfesses and all the rules that went along with such things.
He understood that male wolves were interested in female wolves, and vice-versa. Kek also understood that he was in no way, shape or form at all interested in females.
He never had been and never, ever would be. That would be about as possible as the sun falling out of the sky or the rivers turning in to wind. It just wasn't feasible.
Still, Kek was accostomed to finding himself face-to-face with the advances of those who were of the female persuasion. If the flirting was harmless and nothing was to come of it, then fine. Whatever. If it was more obvious and the females didn't pick up his lack of interest, then something needed to be said.
For now, Kek thought very little of whatever it was Sandrina was attempting to get. Part of the violet wolf wondered if she was flirting, but, then again, maybe she was just one of those types of wolves. The kind that always came off a little too easy. . .
Whatever the case, Kekarn chose to ignore any hints the female threw him and would continue as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. "Ah yes - sunny is definitly a good word to sum up the day." Well, okay. . . . a bit simple, perhaps, but the definition was accurate.
"And what a pretty name it is," Kekarn agreed, deciding to overlook the females lack of wit. Perhaps she was just trying to hard? That might be it. Or perhaps it was nothing more than a show? He'd run in to a few wolves before who thought stupidity was attractive and funny.
Whatever the case, Kek would give the natural furred female the benefit of the doubt. "I'm known as Kekarn, but you can call me Kek for short." It was less of a mouthful than spitting out the harshness of his full name.
No, the male wolf never really cared much for his name.
He understood that male wolves were interested in female wolves, and vice-versa. Kek also understood that he was in no way, shape or form at all interested in females.
He never had been and never, ever would be. That would be about as possible as the sun falling out of the sky or the rivers turning in to wind. It just wasn't feasible.
Still, Kek was accostomed to finding himself face-to-face with the advances of those who were of the female persuasion. If the flirting was harmless and nothing was to come of it, then fine. Whatever. If it was more obvious and the females didn't pick up his lack of interest, then something needed to be said.
For now, Kek thought very little of whatever it was Sandrina was attempting to get. Part of the violet wolf wondered if she was flirting, but, then again, maybe she was just one of those types of wolves. The kind that always came off a little too easy. . .
Whatever the case, Kekarn chose to ignore any hints the female threw him and would continue as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. "Ah yes - sunny is definitly a good word to sum up the day." Well, okay. . . . a bit simple, perhaps, but the definition was accurate.
"And what a pretty name it is," Kekarn agreed, deciding to overlook the females lack of wit. Perhaps she was just trying to hard? That might be it. Or perhaps it was nothing more than a show? He'd run in to a few wolves before who thought stupidity was attractive and funny.
Whatever the case, Kek would give the natural furred female the benefit of the doubt. "I'm known as Kekarn, but you can call me Kek for short." It was less of a mouthful than spitting out the harshness of his full name.
No, the male wolf never really cared much for his name.
Forbidden Filly
Sandrina beamed when he attatched the word 'pretty' to her name. Hook, line and sinker! She had him, right? At least that's what she mistook the gentle pleasantries as. She stepped closer, still moving her lithe form as if she was a delicate piece of meat being offered to a stranger in hopes of a truce.
"Kek," she murmured, not about to try the full name on for size. It would be doubtful that she would get it right even if she had tried. "That is a very...." again she fished for something, anything but came up short, as always. "Pretty name too."
But now she was all business. That was what her training had taught her. Put on the show, make them think you're there's, then make the kill. It's too bad Sandrina didn't realize she hadn't really done none of the above.
"I'm a little lost," she said sweetly, "Think you could lend me a hand?"
Uta
Kek allowed his easy smile to broaden at Sandrina's words. He was taking her "advances" and "flirtation" all in stride, and found it . . . amusing, to say the least. He wasn't a judging wolf, but he couldn't help but wonder about Sandrina's intelligence. Maybe she didn't have a particularly large vocabulary, or perhaps she was merely trying a smidge too hard to be witty. Whatever the case, Kek did his best not to let his entertainment shine through - he really didn't want to be rude to the poor thing.
Shaking out his thick coat, the large male tilted his head as Sandrina brought him her plea. Lost? Oh . . . Ducking his head, the male gave a rueful grin. "Well, I hate to break it to you, but I'm new to these parts and am a bit turned around myself." He knew very little of these parts, so doubted he would do Sandrina much good. "But," he pressed on, offering the wolf a hopeful grin, "I can do my best to try. Where is it you're trying to go?"
He remembered a river over yonder, and believed it to the be the same river he'd met Taonga at. Then there was miles of forest and meadow to engulf the local wolves, with mountains lingering way off yonder.
It wasn't much to go by, but he'd do his best.
