Out for a roam

Although Dakota had a pack to attend to, it didn't stop the knight from leaving packlands. Never would it. She loved the silence of where the loners left, and she would never meet new wolves living in a pack, where everyone knew each other. Never. Feeling the soft snow beneath her paws, she began to think of the warmth from her mother as a puppy. Of course. She always thought of her mother, and father, and the risks they made for her. She was very grateful, and always would be. It was just her nature.


Moving with stiff steps, her clumsy movements making a ruckus as she crashed through the bushes, she had no fear of other wolves. Suddenly, being completely unaware of her surroundings, the knight nearly crashed right into another brute. She leapt back. "My! I am so sorry, lad. I wasn't paying attention" She chuckled in her deep, brutish baritones. She hardly tried to appear like a brute, but instead, it came naturally. She never meant too. Although she prefers the company of brutes more for friends and to amuse herself with, and females to adore, she wouldn't hesitate to give up her brutish self for a male that she loved. It was just her nature.

"Pay attention," the brute muttered after staring at Dakota for what felt like forever. Finally, the brute turned and hobbled onto his way. Dakota fumed. How dare he talk to her like that. Sure, she wasn't really paying attention, but she was instead thinking about her parent's. Her chest rumbled quietly, and Dakota hoped the brute was far enough away not to hear it. She always had problems with her temper, and has since she was young, a pup. It was something she's never thought to try to keep in, until now.


The brutish femme took many deeps breaths, and began to follow the male. Perhaps she could make a friend. Yes, she needed a friend. Her pawsteps weren't much softer than before, but now she was much more cautious, and moving at a slow pace. Yes, this was better. She was following his footprints, not trusting her nose. Finally, she saw the brute, poking around a bush full of dead berries. She was about to slink into the bushes when he craned his neck around, looking right at her. "You shouldn't be so curt," she scolded, her baritones deep, plastered with a teasing tone. She sported a boyish grin, just to reassure the brute she was teasing. Her long legs moved automatically, closing the distance between her and the brute quickly, with long strides. Standing about twenty feet away, she spoke again. "I'm Dakota, and yourself?"

Dakota was prepared to apologize for running into the brute, and perhaps have a discussion, but instead, after her joke, the stranger turned his head, and walked away. So this was the way he was. Dakota raised her eyebrows. It now became a game for Dakota, whether the brute liked it or not. Her steps were slow and loud as she continued after him. Suddenly, his head turned around. "Senre, is my name." Dakota stood and looked at him, her copper eyes watching him slowly as she spoke.

"Pleasure to meet you, Senre," Her baritones very deep. She at him, and approached him until she was only a few tail lengths away. "I'm sorry for being so rude with my little comment back there. I really am. But it seems like you were looking for something, so I was wondering if I could possibly help?" Dakota's voice was suggestive, although she would leave him if he decided no, and didn't want to speak with her. It was all up to the brute now.