During their short encounter spent chatting among the teeth of the Spine, the weather had shifted. The once bright glow of the distant sunrise had melted away into the beginnings of morning, the light no longer able to penetrate the storm clouds that, the entire time, had been moving. The air had gotten colder, despite its already frigid temperatures, and after a long-lasting and suspenseful calmness, it started to snow.
Lightly at first, the flakes small and light as they danced down from the heavens. Lincoln stole a glance upward at the falling bits of white as he talked, awestruck by its quiet beauty, then returned his gaze to the woman to find that she'd been smiling. She moved to stand before him, her posture dominant but, still, friendly.
And despite how terribly cold it was, Lincoln felt warm.
She wanted him to accompany her down into the valley, wanted to share with him the goals that had brought her looking for his type in the first place. The fact that she'd assumed a dominant posture went completely over his head, because in that moment he was only happy to have found — possibly — a friend.
"Okay!" he agreed excitedly, his own tail wagging loosely behind him. Seconds later he twisted, plunging his forelimbs into the tracks he'd made on his way up. Without looking back to see if she would follow him, he said, "We'd better get going, then. Right this way."
For a few minutes he concentrated on where he placed his paws, glancing over his shoulder to make sure she didn't need any help. Then, once they were fully enveloped in the fog and the snow had picked up a little bit, he called back to her, expression gleaming, "I'm sure you've slid down your fair share of mountains, but have you ever done it on purpose?"
// for clarification, he's basically asking if she's ever gone sledding LUSHDFJ but wolves don't so (:
Lightly at first, the flakes small and light as they danced down from the heavens. Lincoln stole a glance upward at the falling bits of white as he talked, awestruck by its quiet beauty, then returned his gaze to the woman to find that she'd been smiling. She moved to stand before him, her posture dominant but, still, friendly.
And despite how terribly cold it was, Lincoln felt warm.
She wanted him to accompany her down into the valley, wanted to share with him the goals that had brought her looking for his type in the first place. The fact that she'd assumed a dominant posture went completely over his head, because in that moment he was only happy to have found — possibly — a friend.
"Okay!" he agreed excitedly, his own tail wagging loosely behind him. Seconds later he twisted, plunging his forelimbs into the tracks he'd made on his way up. Without looking back to see if she would follow him, he said, "We'd better get going, then. Right this way."
For a few minutes he concentrated on where he placed his paws, glancing over his shoulder to make sure she didn't need any help. Then, once they were fully enveloped in the fog and the snow had picked up a little bit, he called back to her, expression gleaming, "I'm sure you've slid down your fair share of mountains, but have you ever done it on purpose?"
// for clarification, he's basically asking if she's ever gone sledding LUSHDFJ but wolves don't so (: