Delta wilted slightly at the wolf's dismissive grunt, struck with a strange, almost guilty embarrassment at the reminder at how different the two of them were. For a moment, sharing the ocean and Tsillah had made him feel so similar. He bit back an instinctual apology, dropping the subject and shuffling his fins back into the sand as he nodded in understanding. He hadn't realized until then how much he'd missed the meetings with his family, as rare as they had been, but he squashed the bittersweet thought at the next mention of their goddess. Wherever they were or however they'd ended, he knew they had done their best and that their time within the realm would one day begin anew.
Wasn't that the best one could hope for?
"Yes--I thought, ah, the ocean did. As a whole," he tapered off slightly towards the end, suddenly unsure of that idea now that the question had been asked. He'd never met someone who didn't believe in her, but then again, he'd also never met a wolf before. They really were different, even those with gills and fins. His curiosity only grew, wrestling against his natural instinct to flatten and hide as he leaned forwards slightly and tilted his head. "Do all not on land?"
It hit him then that he'd never asked the wolf's name, and another stab of anxiety flashed through his chest. He shuffled his paws, soothing himself with the sensation of soft sand sifting between his claws before instinctually looking back and forth through the water and flaring his whiskers to make sure there were no changes in the current around him. The actions were second nature to him now, a well rehearsed sequence as natural as breathing. It would be a shame after all if he was eaten during such an interesting conversation, but aside from that, the little cat couldn't deny that just doing the pattern in itself was self-soothing. Even if it looked somewhat strange.
Nerves soothed, curiosity returned to his dark gaze.
"What is your name, Wolf?" he hesitantly asked.
Wasn't that the best one could hope for?
"Yes--I thought, ah, the ocean did. As a whole," he tapered off slightly towards the end, suddenly unsure of that idea now that the question had been asked. He'd never met someone who didn't believe in her, but then again, he'd also never met a wolf before. They really were different, even those with gills and fins. His curiosity only grew, wrestling against his natural instinct to flatten and hide as he leaned forwards slightly and tilted his head. "Do all not on land?"
It hit him then that he'd never asked the wolf's name, and another stab of anxiety flashed through his chest. He shuffled his paws, soothing himself with the sensation of soft sand sifting between his claws before instinctually looking back and forth through the water and flaring his whiskers to make sure there were no changes in the current around him. The actions were second nature to him now, a well rehearsed sequence as natural as breathing. It would be a shame after all if he was eaten during such an interesting conversation, but aside from that, the little cat couldn't deny that just doing the pattern in itself was self-soothing. Even if it looked somewhat strange.
Nerves soothed, curiosity returned to his dark gaze.
"What is your name, Wolf?" he hesitantly asked.