3/8/2026, 8:03 PM
It felt so strange to just let what seemed like a pure blooded wolf just... trot up to the ruined cottage. Willowbelle had often been the pup in the middle of the sheep herd, leaving the bigger members of her pack to patrol the outside and keep the predators away. That wasnt to say she hadn't chased off her share of coyotes, she was a guard dog after all, but the idea of chasing off a wolf when it was half her blood had always felt... wrong. Guard dog or not, that part of her heritage was impossible to hide. This wolf felt welcoming, however, even as they spoke with such.. odd words. Willow's tail returned the friendly wag, nose twitching delicately at the other's scent as dhe cautiously approached with the same posture. She'd heard from other dogs with more experience that wolves were very sensitive about body language, and didn't want to offend the first creature capable of conversation that she'd come across.
Even if that conversation was..... strange.
Even if that conversation was..... strange.
Oh.Her answer was as confused as she was, the expression wore clearly across her muzzle. The other sure spoke with a fair bit of peculiarities, using phrases that she was only partially sure she understood. Did the wolf thing she'd been dog-napped? The wolf settled, but Willowbelle remained standing with a confused tilt of her head and wag of her tail.
Well I'm sure it's around here somewheres. S'not like the humans are very good at hidin, after all...!She replied airly, folded ears drooping as the canine shifted her gaze to her paws. As much as she wanted to deny otherwise, there was no escaping that this place was pointedly empty, and smelled like people hadn't been around for years. Luckily, the other's softened words offered her a respite to the confusing thoughts that clouded her brain. It was enough to return the bright expression to her face, and the wolfdog's tail swept in a wagging curtain of greeting.
Well I ain't got any kinda fancy title like that, but my mama called me Willowbelle. You can call me Willow though, s'all the same to me!Half the time the humans had merely whistled rather than even calling her anything at all!
Melinoë though, that's one fancy name. Don't think I ever met a wolf before, do they all got such pretty and fancy callings? Must be a whole mess tryin' to remember them all. Does anyone ever just call you Meli?The more she spoke, the easier it seemed the words came. It wasn't until Willow noticed that she'd begun to trot around the other female, body language that of an eager canine, that she seemed to recognize what she was doing.
Ahaha, whoops.With a sheepish expression, the fluffy half-breed sat back in the dirt and let the plume of her tail drag back and forth as it wagged.
Sorry. My mama's always telling me I got a mouth made for barking, and you're the first other I've seen since I got outta those woods. You can always just tell me shut my yap, or ignore me.