His demeanor had caught her off guard. There was a softness to the lilt in his voice, reminiscent of her dear Rowen's. She shook the thought from her head expeditiously. Was he playing at something? It was difficult for Takala to properly gauge the authenticity of his tenor. His accompanying chuckle seemed to soothe her nerves, however, albeit only slightly.
"In fact, we could share the hunt and the spoils, if you'd like."
Her white brows knitted. A lingering thought in the back of her mind assured her that perhaps she owed him the indulgence of sharing a meal, if she had, in fact, been intruding on his territory. But what if she wasn't? Her icy gaze fogged over, stewing with conflicting monologue. After all, she had been exclusively consuming vermin thus far. Her strength wasn't what it had been. The likelihood of taking down a large prey item--at least, as large as its tracks implied--was slim to none on her own. As she studied his features, the Stranger seemed well-rounded enough. Barrel-chested like her male Northerner counterparts he was not, but rather toned, fleet, and agile, built like a runner.
"But...I am happy to leave the sheep to you, instead, if you prefer."
'Sheep'? Her expression became puzzled. What the hell was a 'sheep'?
"No, no. That's not necessary," Her words were hurried, quick to reassure, and cracked with a nervous chuckle.
The gray she-wolf pivoted her slender torso, motioning for the stranger to follow as she ascended the small hill in the direction of this 'sheep''s tracks.
"As you said, it'd be easier for the both of us to take it down together, right?" Takala proffered a small, yet genuine smile. The stranger seemed polite enough. Even if he was full of it, at least she could gorge herself on something other than pika and vole.
Once he met her side, she offered him a sideward glance, her smile turning serious. Her fluffed lock fell across her opposing eye in a rhythmic drum with each rise and fall of her trot.
"Surely I won't need to call you a stranger during our hunt...right?"
"In fact, we could share the hunt and the spoils, if you'd like."
Her white brows knitted. A lingering thought in the back of her mind assured her that perhaps she owed him the indulgence of sharing a meal, if she had, in fact, been intruding on his territory. But what if she wasn't? Her icy gaze fogged over, stewing with conflicting monologue. After all, she had been exclusively consuming vermin thus far. Her strength wasn't what it had been. The likelihood of taking down a large prey item--at least, as large as its tracks implied--was slim to none on her own. As she studied his features, the Stranger seemed well-rounded enough. Barrel-chested like her male Northerner counterparts he was not, but rather toned, fleet, and agile, built like a runner.
"But...I am happy to leave the sheep to you, instead, if you prefer."
'Sheep'? Her expression became puzzled. What the hell was a 'sheep'?
"No, no. That's not necessary," Her words were hurried, quick to reassure, and cracked with a nervous chuckle.
The gray she-wolf pivoted her slender torso, motioning for the stranger to follow as she ascended the small hill in the direction of this 'sheep''s tracks.
"As you said, it'd be easier for the both of us to take it down together, right?" Takala proffered a small, yet genuine smile. The stranger seemed polite enough. Even if he was full of it, at least she could gorge herself on something other than pika and vole.
Once he met her side, she offered him a sideward glance, her smile turning serious. Her fluffed lock fell across her opposing eye in a rhythmic drum with each rise and fall of her trot.
"Surely I won't need to call you a stranger during our hunt...right?"
