6/27/2025, 6:17 PM
His molten eyes keep steady on Dimitri, taking note of her stance. They are warned of being careful, as many packs are extremely territorial and will not be welcoming. The Wandering Rite was not always an easy task. Finding friendly faces can be a challenge, and one must be ready to run if a pack decides to turn on you. Dimitri does not seem to show any threatening body language, though also not particularly welcoming either.
A bit of a frown touches his maw when she says the stars do not speak to her, but he can hardly contain his excitement when she mentions that she is a witch. He has to be careful not to have any preconceived notions - witches from one area may differ vastly from another. The stories he had heard may not apply to this location.
”They know all, even if you do not read them, Dimitri, witch of the earth,” he states, eyes flickering to the blood on her muzzle that she licks off. He is hardly phased by it- we all gotta eat. He is however, still somewhat stiff, and perhaps a bit fidgety. His eyes glimmer with that excitement that he is still trying to contain in his stocky body.
”The Starwoven believe all can read the stars, it is a thing one can learn. Your brother, what name do they howl for him?” he asks, determined to remember every detail he comes across, feeling the burden of weaving these new stories within his own mind.
”Well, Dimitri the witch, this one believes this one has been Starcast to this very spot by the sky. This one was gathering for the night, when the dimming took me once again. This one awoke without the staff, and with stars of a different sky. This one did not choose to awake in this spot, so apologies for the intrusion,” he said, bowing his head down almost to the ground. ”This is a common thing for this area or no?” he asks, her question of his arrival sparking interest, since he certainly did not walk here.
A bit of a frown touches his maw when she says the stars do not speak to her, but he can hardly contain his excitement when she mentions that she is a witch. He has to be careful not to have any preconceived notions - witches from one area may differ vastly from another. The stories he had heard may not apply to this location.
”They know all, even if you do not read them, Dimitri, witch of the earth,” he states, eyes flickering to the blood on her muzzle that she licks off. He is hardly phased by it- we all gotta eat. He is however, still somewhat stiff, and perhaps a bit fidgety. His eyes glimmer with that excitement that he is still trying to contain in his stocky body.
”The Starwoven believe all can read the stars, it is a thing one can learn. Your brother, what name do they howl for him?” he asks, determined to remember every detail he comes across, feeling the burden of weaving these new stories within his own mind.
”Well, Dimitri the witch, this one believes this one has been Starcast to this very spot by the sky. This one was gathering for the night, when the dimming took me once again. This one awoke without the staff, and with stars of a different sky. This one did not choose to awake in this spot, so apologies for the intrusion,” he said, bowing his head down almost to the ground. ”This is a common thing for this area or no?” he asks, her question of his arrival sparking interest, since he certainly did not walk here.