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 Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2011 8:03 pm
Thrush's brow grew the smallest of furrows. Wolves that waxed philosophical with no provocation, and with an untested audience, never failed to make her uncomfortable. She smiled, though, her gaze averted, and tried to keep up. "They must all be wolves who get lonely easily," she suggested. "I always thought it was important to know how to take care of oneself."
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2011 11:24 pm
There was something about what she said -- or the way she said it -- that made him take pause. He took a moment to examine her as though he had not ever seen her before. He agreed well enough with her sentiment, but there was something...the posture of her head, the shift of her eyes.
She was lying, he thought.
Or, if not lying...there was some added significance to her words. They were not quite talking about the same thing anymore, or on the same level. He realized also, in that moment, that this petite little she-wolf and he would never be friends. He couldn't put this understanding into words, precisely. It wasn't the same sort of violent disdain that Terreis had him. It was something both deeper and less consequential, but no less certain.
The thought intrigued him and he smiled, a somewhat less open smile than he had made. He dipped his maw to her. "Well, my lady," he said, "I have taken enough of your time, I think. I'll be taking my leave of you. Thank you, for the reprieve."
He was going to keep his eye on this one.
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