L i c h e n
M a l e | S e n t r y
"Lih-chen. That's how you say it.
Not Lie-ken. I am not a fungi."
M a l e | S e n t r y
"Lih-chen. That's how you say it.
Not Lie-ken. I am not a fungi."
Her fragile, broken behavior wrenched Lichen's heart. He wanted to assure her that she was safe and there was nothing to worry about. However, he knew better. Every time Lichen made the slightest of movements, the she-wolf would flinch, not to forget she'd inch farther away. There was quite the amount of distance between them by the time he woofed to her. In response, her tongue lolled and she whined quietly as she shuffled in her place. Lichen's ears stayed perked towards her and his tail stiffened. Was she ill? Was she hurting? Finally, he heard her murmur timid nothings. His head docked to the side. "Sorry, I missed that. Would you kindly repeat?" He responds steadily.
He hesitated to approach the frightened she-wolf. Instead, he decided to formally ask her to follow him back to camp. First, he had to contemplate how he should say it. He didn't want her darting off. If she did, she was light and limber and there was a chance that he would lose her on sight. He was too heavy to briskly give chase. His reddish-brown hues softened and he proved his docile nature by taking a seat in the dirt and crinkled leaves. This was the moment to ask, "Why are you out here all alone? Shouldn't you be with your pack?" He couldn't whisk her away immediately. He had to take it slow.
OOC: (Let me know if I must edit. I'm bound to get something wrong. For example, the weather.)