wolfsnarl: (062.)
𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐛 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤 ([personal profile] wolfsnarl) wrote in [community profile] farsickooc 2020-11-14 12:56 am (UTC)

[ A shift of his bright blue eyes down over her form confirms her words – he doesn’t doubt that she could fell a wolf. He’d failed to detect her among the shadows, and it was a testament to her character that she hadn’t pounced on him and made him pay for his carelessness. She was, apparently, skilled in silence and in judgment, and for that he owed her his gratitude. Instead of easily saying as much, however, he cocked a brow as he met her eyes again. ]

Let’s not put that to the test. [ There was no need to – as he glances at the arrow she’s sheathing, he slowly drops his hand from the pommel of his sword. If she had a sudden change of heart, he liked to believe he could move just as quickly. His gaze traveled curiously from her bow to the rabbits hanging from her belt, and then to her cloak. Ruffled with fur, like his own, though whereas his own were russet, hers were a softer brown and white. But a pelt was a pelt, and he took a step closer, distractedly registering her words. ] Are you from the North?

[ She looked like she could be. She acted as if she was at home among the trees, the same as he was, and he hedged on answering her question directly. Brought here – he wasn’t convinced he should give memories and half-memories away when he was still trying to decide what was true. He flicks a glance back up at the truce she’s offering, and decides there’d be more harm in wavering. Trust, however tenuous, was more valuable than needless combat. He offers a gloved hand forward. ]

Aye, if I can have your name.

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