Half asleep as he was, Anafiel Delaunay de Montreve's keen charcoal-tinted ears missed very, very little. At the sound of a distant voice, one of them twitched with alertness and recognition. The Beta huffed through his nose, reluctant to tear himself away from his sleepy state.
It took him a moment to realize that the voice was familiar.
Skylark?
Heavy-lidded as they were, Anafiel pried his eyes open. He slowly took in the scenery around him, the heat of the hot springs making him feel rather lazy and stupid. As his consciousness flooded back to him, moment by moment, he found himself wondering whether or not he'd actually heard Skylark's voice. Really, he might've been dreaming, though he'd no idea. For a good few minutes he lay motionless, considering.
In the end, he decided he'd rather be wrong than bored.
He hadn't seen Skylark in a couple days, in any case.
As it was decided, he lifted his head from his delicately clawed paws and stretched, tensing his muscles considerably and delighting in the weightless after-effect as he relaxed them once more. He rolled he shoulders, popped his neck and, as he brought himself to his feet, arched his spine briefly. His small stump of a tail wagged briefly in silent delight.
The summer months were always good to him.
As sluggish as the heat and his dreariness made him, he decended from the boulder on which he'd been resting on with a lithe sort of grace. He seemed sure-footed and confident, despite the way he padded along with his head held someought low for his status. His appearance was wildly brilliant, his exotic ginger fur contrasting dazzlingly with the greenery around him.
Anafiel had ever a talent for turning heads.
Betimes he knew it, and took advantage of it.
He followed Skylark's scent with ease, shrugging through the brush and entering the main cluster of hot springs. His ash-colored eyes, topaz coals glowing in their depths, scanned his surroundings intently.
They glazed over with compassion and adoration as they came to rest on the small female pup.
A smile spread the length of his muzzle.
He took a couple steps forward, unsure of whether or not she'd noticed him yet.
"My blackberry beauty," he called softly. "Something wrong?"
It took him a moment to realize that the voice was familiar.
Skylark?
Heavy-lidded as they were, Anafiel pried his eyes open. He slowly took in the scenery around him, the heat of the hot springs making him feel rather lazy and stupid. As his consciousness flooded back to him, moment by moment, he found himself wondering whether or not he'd actually heard Skylark's voice. Really, he might've been dreaming, though he'd no idea. For a good few minutes he lay motionless, considering.
In the end, he decided he'd rather be wrong than bored.
He hadn't seen Skylark in a couple days, in any case.
As it was decided, he lifted his head from his delicately clawed paws and stretched, tensing his muscles considerably and delighting in the weightless after-effect as he relaxed them once more. He rolled he shoulders, popped his neck and, as he brought himself to his feet, arched his spine briefly. His small stump of a tail wagged briefly in silent delight.
The summer months were always good to him.
As sluggish as the heat and his dreariness made him, he decended from the boulder on which he'd been resting on with a lithe sort of grace. He seemed sure-footed and confident, despite the way he padded along with his head held someought low for his status. His appearance was wildly brilliant, his exotic ginger fur contrasting dazzlingly with the greenery around him.
Anafiel had ever a talent for turning heads.
Betimes he knew it, and took advantage of it.
He followed Skylark's scent with ease, shrugging through the brush and entering the main cluster of hot springs. His ash-colored eyes, topaz coals glowing in their depths, scanned his surroundings intently.
They glazed over with compassion and adoration as they came to rest on the small female pup.
A smile spread the length of his muzzle.
He took a couple steps forward, unsure of whether or not she'd noticed him yet.
"My blackberry beauty," he called softly. "Something wrong?"
