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 Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 7:39 pm
Warriors. She could have sagged in relief. Senka was a storyteller, right? Not a warrior. Then, she tensed. That whole pack was full of warriors...but surely her sister was not among them. She was supposed to have gone, right? She could not have been among them, surely. Even if she was, she had not grown to be such a fool as this male described, had she?
"There...." she hesitated, but she had to be certain. "There was not a grey female among them, was there? Grey with red eyes? My age."
Please, let it not be so. It was unlikely, but what if it were so? What if they had lied to her to stave off her questions? Given her false information because they did not want to deal with her? No. That was ridiculous. Surely not. She could not start doubting her information, now. If she did, where would she be? She would have nothing. Not even the hint of a trail.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 7:49 pm
Ohhhh... could that be what this female had been trying to ask? Inquiries about a missing wolf, someone she obviously cared about? Moshe raised his eyebrows, then turned himself inward to take stock of the many faces he had seen.
There had been gray bodies, yes, plenty of them - gray and white were popular colours amongst the snowstalkers, and almost bred for specifically. Now, red eyes - red eyes were difficult to place, and certainly rare, though he couldn't know for certain the particular shades that lay behind closed lids. No, it was the last bit that made him smile faintly. Of young females, there were few - and of gray females, he could say with a certainty there were none. The Others had liked to keep themselves segregated by gender.
"I would have to deny seeing any wolf of that caliber," he said softly, raising his ears, "dead or otherwise. Whomever you seek may still be out there - at the very least, I know she wasn't part of the skirmishes. Does that help?"
He could feel himself wishing that this gray female with red eyes still stalked the forests, if only so that they could be reunited once again. Moshe knew the particular discomforts of being utterly alone in a world that didn't much care for strays, and as for the snowy little female, she still had a great deal of hope left - which she should monopolize on, while she still had it.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 8:15 pm
At this point, Draga could not even feel disappointment that he had not encountered Senka in his own travels. No. After the emotional ordeal that he had put her through, she could only feel relief that her sister was not among the dead.
The snowy female sighed and met the eyes of this big, purple male.
"I am glad that she is not among your dead," she said. "That you have not encountered her among the mountains is also a good sign. Thank you."
However, as she turned to go, Draga could not help but think she could have spared herself the trouble of speaking to this frustrating male. He had nearly given her heart failure, and he had not even been able to give her useful information in return. Well. Perhaps that was not fair. It was, indeed, a good sign that he had not seen Senka in the mountains. It meant that the oack had probably been telling the truth. Senka had most likely descended to the forests and plains of Telk, and Draga was on the right path.
She paused, glanced back, and added, "Fare thee well. May your path be a blessed one."
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 8:31 pm
Her relief was the same as his own, as with a grateful nod he watched the snowy female turn to her own path. That she was finished with him was one source of joy, as all their conversation had mounted up to was a frustration on both ends bred by uncertainty and a lack of proper communication - though he could hardly blame himself for that, as some pretty dangerous conclusions had simply been leapt at as though what he spoke was the most terrible news to behold. He had tried to avoid the whole thing, anyways, and he most certainly hadn't been that helpful.
But nevermind all that, at least she finally took some solace in what he said and allowed that to be the end. It was frustrating to be locked in such a noncompliant mindset that hardly allowed him to speak truthfully and without confusion - at least the message had finally been made clear. "I will keep an eye out for this red-eyed wolf," he said, voice finally level and clear. "If I see her, I will tell her someone is looking for her in earnest. I wish you luck..."
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