river_meimei: (see the sky and remember)
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The forest is chilly in winter, like every other non-Caribbean corner of Milliways's outdoors in February. But the trees are a windbreak of sorts, and more importantly, it's outside.

You can walk here for hours, without ever seeing the main building, if you choose your paths carefully.

River doesn't intend to be out for hours, presumably; she's not dressed for that. But she has boots on, and leggings under her dress, and a thick sweater she stole from Simon years ago under her coat. It's enough to make tramping along the forest paths a reasonable proposition.

There are birds singing.

Date: 2008-02-01 05:35 am (UTC)
wolflord_andain: (wolf eyes)
From: [personal profile] wolflord_andain
Eventually the birds fall silent.

The Wolflord has been in the forest before, and most creatures are canny enough to beware his passing.

Even if, thus far, he has harmed none.

Save, perhaps, a few demon bunnies.

Date: 2008-02-01 05:53 am (UTC)
wolflord_andain: (wolf eyes)
From: [personal profile] wolflord_andain
Galadan has no intention of stalking River, as wolf or as man.

And there are some truths that are best seen face to face, and not as memory alone.

So he circles her, emerging from the underbrush in her field of view.

He has, at the moment, no wish to provoke an attack.

Which may explain why, for a brief moment, his shields are down, as well.

Date: 2008-02-01 06:08 am (UTC)
wolflord_andain: (wolf eyes)
From: [personal profile] wolflord_andain
Galadan continues to watch her for a few moments.

Then, very deliberately, he takes one step forward.

Perhaps it is a test.

Perhaps it is merely an offer.

Date: 2008-02-01 06:18 am (UTC)
wolflord_andain: (wolf eyes)
From: [personal profile] wolflord_andain
The wolf exhales sharply, taking another step, ears pricked.

There's a faint sense of amusement that brushes River's mind, different than the amusement Galadan feels as a man, though similar enough for comparison's sake.

Date: 2008-02-01 06:39 am (UTC)
wolflord_andain: (wolf eyes)
From: [personal profile] wolflord_andain
There is, perhaps, a little weak sunlight trickling through the leaves. Galadan does not flinch from it, merely passing through on his way closer to River.

There is, it would seem, little need for distance.

Date: 2008-02-01 06:54 am (UTC)
wolflord_andain: (wolf eyes)
From: [personal profile] wolflord_andain
He comes close enough to touch, no more than a step or two away from the girl.

And then he waits, silver fur shining starkly against the black.

Date: 2008-02-01 07:01 am (UTC)
wolflord_andain: (wolf eyes)
From: [personal profile] wolflord_andain
The wolf takes another step.

And another.

He slips close enough to River that she might feel his passing, then takes another step beyond.

The look he turns on her then is, in its way, something like an invitation.

Date: 2008-02-01 07:12 am (UTC)
wolflord_andain: (wolf eyes)
From: [personal profile] wolflord_andain
The wolf paces her, slipping in front only to traverse ways that are particularly narrow.

He does take care, however, not to get underfoot--difficult as that might be for such a large wolf.

Date: 2008-02-01 07:34 am (UTC)
wolflord_andain: (wolf eyes)
From: [personal profile] wolflord_andain
Galadan's own footfalls are silent, even in the snow.

Call it the benefit of long practice, or one of the blessings of being andain.

And if, gradually, he slips ahead less and less often, it is only the press of trees (or lack thereof) that prompts him so.

Surely.

Date: 2008-02-03 05:28 am (UTC)
wolflord_andain: (wolf eyes)
From: [personal profile] wolflord_andain
Fine and cold, as it were.

Which may explain why their wandering path eventually leads back toward the edge of the forest.

And the bar.

While Galadan might not be cold--coated in fur as he is--River is another matter entirely.

And he has sworn that no harm will come to her, wolfshape or no.

Date: 2008-02-03 05:52 am (UTC)
wolflord_andain: (wolf eyes)
From: [personal profile] wolflord_andain
Galadan does not look back at her, crimson eyes fixed on the bar ahead.

But he does allow himself to brush against her side once, twice, and then again.

But he does not shift from his wolf shape.
Edited Date: 2008-02-03 05:54 am (UTC)

Date: 2008-02-03 06:10 am (UTC)
wolflord_andain: (wolf eyes)
From: [personal profile] wolflord_andain
This time Galadan does look back at her.

But there is no hint of displeasure in his crimson eyes.

And River may feel the slightest hint of amused assent whisper along the edges of her mind.

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