06-23-2018, 10:52 AM
There
The movement she had been hoping to see send a thrill of excitement coursing through her small body. Her feet seem to have a mind of their own as she does a little jig in place, but as the leaves part to reveal her would-be-friend she falls motionless.
The pale wolf stalks towards her and for the first time in her life, Sibyl is speechless. Her sinewy muscles are coiled, ready to launch her into a twisting leap away should she need to, but she hopes that it will not come to that. With her dark, blue eyes glued to the creeping predator, the inexperienced filly simply waits for whatever will happen next.
The young wolf eventually halts, and this is enough to convince Sibyl that she will not be lunch. She smiles, the adrenaline making her feel funny, and stretches out her muzzle to snort in the strange scent which had first captured her attention.
She had heard stories of shifters, but at the moment she is convinced she is winning over a wild wolf. She had spent plenty of time trying to befriend Tephra's more feral creatures, though none had been so potentially dangerous as this one. But now she is convinced that her hours of practice will pay off. She doesn't smile, just in case that would be mistaken for baring her teeth, instead she seeks to mimic a motion she has seen some fox kits making towards each other.
In what would easily be considered and odd display, the girl reaches her front legs as far forward as her muscles will let her, causing her spine to stretch and her head to drop in a make shift play-bow. With all her strength she tries not to giggle, and gives a little toss of her head before wondering how she is going to stand upright again.
The movement she had been hoping to see send a thrill of excitement coursing through her small body. Her feet seem to have a mind of their own as she does a little jig in place, but as the leaves part to reveal her would-be-friend she falls motionless.
The pale wolf stalks towards her and for the first time in her life, Sibyl is speechless. Her sinewy muscles are coiled, ready to launch her into a twisting leap away should she need to, but she hopes that it will not come to that. With her dark, blue eyes glued to the creeping predator, the inexperienced filly simply waits for whatever will happen next.
The young wolf eventually halts, and this is enough to convince Sibyl that she will not be lunch. She smiles, the adrenaline making her feel funny, and stretches out her muzzle to snort in the strange scent which had first captured her attention.
She had heard stories of shifters, but at the moment she is convinced she is winning over a wild wolf. She had spent plenty of time trying to befriend Tephra's more feral creatures, though none had been so potentially dangerous as this one. But now she is convinced that her hours of practice will pay off. She doesn't smile, just in case that would be mistaken for baring her teeth, instead she seeks to mimic a motion she has seen some fox kits making towards each other.
In what would easily be considered and odd display, the girl reaches her front legs as far forward as her muscles will let her, causing her spine to stretch and her head to drop in a make shift play-bow. With all her strength she tries not to giggle, and gives a little toss of her head before wondering how she is going to stand upright again.