Faolan Lundgren The wolf wondered why the girl had leaned forward to speak to him in that slow and deliberate tone. He could hear her just fine from where she had been before and the way she had been talking. Finding it amusing that she thought that he would need to be spoken to in such a manner he nodded his head in confirmation to her first question. Yes, he could understand her perfectly well or they wouldn't be sitting here looking at each other for so long. If he had been a wild wolf he would either have attacked her or just passed on by without bothering to scope her out. It would have depended on how hungry he was of course. Watching her seem to perk up at something she had thought of he nodded again to confirm her second question. He was now watching her with a mix of suspicion and curiosity. Well aware of how many Kelvics were slaves he knew to never trust anyone; he couldn't even trust his own parents most of the time. He rarely got to speak with other people and was often hidden away; his parents were ashamed to have birthed a Kelvic child. He had overheard them speaking of selling him into slavery several times, but his father's logic of letting him wander off on his own had always prevailed. His father knew what his mother didn't, that it was in his nature to roam. He was still too young to leave home just yet, but he was planning on it soon. Whenever the need to roam became too great he came out here to satisfy it. He had never expected to meet someone interesting while on his hunts, but there was something intriguing about this girl that kept him rooted to his spot in the clearing. If she made any sort of suspicious move now that he had revealed his true nature he would take off into the trees as swiftly as he could and disappear just as fast as he had appeared. His left ear turned to the side as a sound caught his attention. A soft rustling of underbrush indicated that a prey animal was just at the edge of the trees. He listened to it for a few moments before abruptly launching out of his prone position and diving into the treeline. A squeal of pain came from the groundhog he had managed to catch in the process of trying to dig a new hole. Crunching down on it he made sure it was dead before trotting back to the spot he had been lying in previously. Flopping back down on the grass he held his kill with his paws and began eating it. It never occurred to him that the girl might consider such a display disgusting. After all it was just nature for a wolf to eat this way. Glancing at her from the corner of his eyes he waited for her to say something else or do something that indicated she no longer wanted to sit in the clearing with him. He wouldn't blame her a bit for that if she did get up and leave; it was strange to be in the presence of an eating wolf after all. |