The wolf is a silent creature, stealth as natural to it as the thick, shaggy pelt adorning its compact frame. Even Hurricane, with all his skill and experience, cannot hear it coming until it is close. But he has rarely worried about such things. He would make a poor meal for any such creature, especially a lone one such as she.
When the pale wolf appears from the trees, his dark eyes settle upon it with surprising apathy. Even when between one step and the next, she shakes off the skin of the wolf for that of a horse, he shows hardly any reaction. Instead, he studies her, as she no doubt had done to him. She is as wild as the wolf, even in equine form. The blue gold sheen of her stunning skin does little to distract from the rawness of her demeanor.
Hurricane has never cared much for niceties, so her lack of immediate greeting hardly disturbs him. Indeed, he barely notices she hadn't spoken until the ‘Hello’ falls almost gently from her lips. Had she not spoken first, he might have been content to stand in companionable silence with the pretty mare until dusk fell over the land.
Instead he finds himself trying to dredge up the remnants of decent social behavior that he hadn't used in ages. “Hello,” he returns simply by way of greeting, voice rough and gravelly with disuse.
As he continues to stare at her, a faint curiosity begins to tickle at his conciousness. It has been a long while since anyone had bothered to approach him. He is simply a long forgotten relic of a day gone by. Hardly worth the investment, given how much he has forgotten of social niceties.
But then he remembers one more, the exchange of names everyone seems so enamored of. So after what is probably an interminable silence, he utters his own name, briefly and without lyricism. “Hurricane.”
A poet he would never be.
quiet now, you're gonna wake the beast
hide your soul out of his reach
Hurricane
p.s. I'm so excited they're meeting!!! <33333