forget all the names we used to know
Age is the only thing that puts the semblance of divide between the two of them. Crevan is still a boy, not yet three while Merida is a mother grown. In their natural, equine state perhaps this would present a problem: Merida might even spurn his company could she but know how young he really was. But as wolf and fox the distinction is lost, time seems to have no meaning or order in their primal world and for that, the young wolf is grateful. Merida’s scent washes over his mouth and nose as he paces the border and with pleasing alacrity, (and not a single thought of her possible age) the pale shifter jerks off his current path to bound into the dusky wood.
His navy eyes are first to make her out, little as she is compared to the blackened trunks around her. In the low light it’s hard to distinguish shapes or patterns and most creatures are making for homes and burrows as the rest wake from day-long slumber, but Crevan matches that flaming coat with her smell and puts two-and-two together. In the golden hour, sunlight halos the outline of her snarling form to give her a radiant, menacing figure and, upon halting near to her, Crevan’s bleached snout pulls up into the mimic of a toothy grin.
“Careful there,” He warns playfully, dropping his front-end down low to the earth so his hind end, which remains high in the air, might wiggle and send his plumed tail into a flurry of activity. “you can’t scare away ghosts with a cute snarl.”
It’s been too long. “Why’d you come?” He wants to ask as he pulls himself upright once more, but the thought disappears with his desire not to spoil the moment with something trivial like politics or kingdom talk. They’d done just fine without that prior, thank you very much, and surprisingly he enjoys her company, not her ability to be diplomatic. “Walk with me?” He offers instead, tilting that massive head aside to indicate that they should peruse Sylva in the dark.
It won’t be hard, with their unique vision. It’ll only be hard if she says “no” or “I can’t” and Crevan is determined not to let those words slip past her needle teeth. “Come on -” He begs, slinking backwards step by step as if to make a getaway without her. He won’t though, wouldn’t dream of it. “There’s so much I want to tell you.”
revan
@[Merida]