hanging out at the bar

[Amalric Getz]

amalric hearing the noise searches the ground till he sees the tracks and heads into the woods

[London Ayers]

FAwrion catches sight of Amalrics head over the brush in the woods. Her crazy leaps and yelps were excited. He came to play. Maybe there's hope for friendship after all.

[Amalric Getz]

Amalric moves smoothly through the trees to where Fawrion is jumping around

"We need to have a talk Fawrion."

[London Ayers]

Fawrion stops her crazy antics, lands on the ground on all fours and makes to run but stops when Amalric speaks. She turns back around and sits down primly, curling her tail around her paws dug into the turned up dirt. She cocks her head to the side and looks at him, hoping he isn't going to be angry with her.

[Amalric Getz]

Amalric sits down on a moss covered log, he has a tired sad look on his face.

"please shift to homid so we can have a conversation , I don't speak wolf."

[London Ayers]

Fawrion looks unsure, as she doesn't think this is such a good idea. However, she reluctantly sighs and shifts back to homid. The tank and jeans not exactly the best for the winter weather, she crosses her arms in front of herself in a hug. Her long hair came flying around her shoulder in the breeze, since she had long forgotten to braid back her hair before she had shifted. She stood there, trying to appear solid, but feeling completely unsure.

[Amalric Getz]

amalric tosses her his fuzzy vest and begins to builds a quick wind break between two trees. he then sits behind it

"I do not dislike you and I am not trying ingore you . you remind me of my wife and that wound is still fresh in my mind. that is why it is hard to look at you."

he pulls out a leather wallet and pulls out a picture of a get purebreed 5 ,apperance 4 , five foot tall, blonde woman holding a seven foot grand klave.

[London Ayers]

Fawrion slips into the vest then comes to sit before Amalric. She keeps her arms wrapped around her. She glances at the picture lain out. Her curiosity gets the better of her and she gently picks up the photo. Her eyes travel all over it, memorizing the woman. He was right. They did look similar. She looked up at his face, sorrow written on it.

"I am sorry. I did not mean to cause you pain. I..." She shakes her head, not sure what she could say further. She sighs and puts her head down.

She looks up again and says "Wolves mate for life. I know da sadness you bear. I feel it in Mother Savior every day. I know I can't fix problem, but I not want to make worse. What can I do?"

[Amalric Getz]

"this conversation was step in a good direction"
Amalric face changes from a frown to a small smile

"would you like to head back to the bar where is warmer and I can tell you the story of her life?"

[London Ayers]

Fawrion's worry slides from her face and is replaced my a small, warm smile. She nods slowly.

"Yes, I would like that." She stands up, slips off the vest and hands it and the photograph back to Amalric.

[Amalric Getz]

Amalric puts the vest back on and slings the army bag over his shoulder.

"let us head back then"

pokes Fawrion on the shoulder "tag your it"

and starts to run smoothly through the trees back to the bar

[London Ayers]

Fawrion's smile spreads wide and she laughs. She shifts back to Lupus and tears after him, paws digging into the dirt to gain ground. She runs circles around him all the way back.