Malik
03-05-2023, 08:24 PM
The cool wind is in her favor, and Malik relies on his sharp bicolored eyes to identify the dark shape that moves toward him. Even wilted by the cold, the pampas grass provides more than adequate cover. Malik slows his pace, and his dark ears flick backward to pinpoint the approacher so that he can turn his head toward them just as they draw near.
Having hoped for a distraction, his expression is open and curious as he meets the dark mare’s eyes. Recognizing her, his smile widens further still.
“Iliana.” She is a familiar part of the Pampas, though Malik realizes he cannot recall the last time they’d spoken. She asks where he is off too, and he finds that “Returning from a failed hunt,” comes both quickly and truthfully to his lips. He hopes for empathy from his fellow predator, to not probe at his failure.
He also has enough sisters to know not to place too much faith in hope, so he turns the question back to Iliana.
“And you? Any grand plans this morning?”
Having hoped for a distraction, his expression is open and curious as he meets the dark mare’s eyes. Recognizing her, his smile widens further still.
“Iliana.” She is a familiar part of the Pampas, though Malik realizes he cannot recall the last time they’d spoken. She asks where he is off too, and he finds that “Returning from a failed hunt,” comes both quickly and truthfully to his lips. He hopes for empathy from his fellow predator, to not probe at his failure.
He also has enough sisters to know not to place too much faith in hope, so he turns the question back to Iliana.
“And you? Any grand plans this morning?”