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."
There was a moment of silence before the she-wolf swayed her head side to side. He only caught a glimpse of her sneaking a peek towards the campsite. A sudden blast of chilled air buffeted the two wolves but only one revealed an obvious shiver. The she-wolf was as still as the trees while he shuttered with immense force. His rough skin was only covered with thinned ginger fur. He was jealous of the wolves in his pack with fluffy coats and long fur. The tinted wolf before him began to speak and Lichen teetered forward just an inch so he could hear her. "I... I like being alone..." She admitted to him. Just then, He noticed specks of red in her fur and around her muzzle. Where did that come from? Alarmed, he lifted his nose to the wind and the wind favored him. Her scent drifted down to reveal that it was the odor of fox, and a smidgen of rabbit. "Speaking of which, where are you from?" He questioned her. He whimsically dug up a new conversation. Obviously she had been living in the dark hole behind him, but what pack did she originate from? Maybe he could escort her back. Unless she was from the mountains... He prayed it wasn't the case. However, her aroma was just barely familiar. It was within the camp as well. He refused to believe it. "I'm sure everyone misses you." He adds obliviously, his tail thudding the ground in a small wag.
OOC: (Let me know if I must edit. I'm bound to get something wrong. For example, the weather.)