Playing in the grasses (Amon/ Open)

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Amon sat near a small den, watching the grasses sway in the wind. A slight rustling caused her to jerk her head back to the sound's location. A small mouse scurried along in between the greenery. Amon's pink eyes narrowed as she focused on the mouse, before springing. She barely missed it, but with one quick slam with her paws, the mouse had been killed. She grumbled something, then gobbled the mouse down quickly before setting herself back where she was. Sighing, she let her focus settle back onto the grasses.

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SHAW GRAVES

Shaw was splittin' his time mostly between the Meadow and the Gold Plains. On days where he wasn't awfully busy, jugglin' ideas of whether or not he was gonna ever get his old pack back up an' running, he liked to roam to the neighboring grassland. He 'specially liked restin' his amber eyes on them pretty little blue flowers that peppered the landscape. They was all manner of happy to see him, too, he was guessing, based on the way they was swaying in the gentle afternoon breeze. Seemed they was almost wavin' at him.

He smiled to hisself at the thought, his tail pickin' up a mighty wag. For a long time, he was just wandering without nowhere specific in mind, keepin' his snout low to the ground to enjoy the aroma of the blooms. That's when he first came 'cross the scent of another wolf. She was a female, he was realizing soon after.

Well. He hadn't had much company since his little stroll with Aria a while back, and figurin' he might as well see if this wolf wouldn't mind sharin' a little chat, he lifted his head to look 'cross the landscape for her. Eventually, down there among the flowers, he spotted her. He was still some paces away, so to announce hisself until he could walk closer to her, he boomed out a friendly, "Howdy!"

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Quick tag before I head out! Didn't wanna see this sit any longer! :)

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Amon looked to the sound of a male wolf, and saw a giant male with greys and cream fur with amber eyes. He seemed kind enough to talk to, since Amon grew craven due to being alone."Hello there." Her voice was quite quieter than his booming voice. She stood up, pink eyes staring at his amber ones, before looking back at the grasses and flowers.

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SHAW GRAVES

From how the female was turning in his direction when he called to her, Shaw was guessing she wasn't adverse to his company. He was glad for it. A smile played along his lips, softening them lines of his expression. He didn't like thinking of hisself as a loner much, and for him, company was always a welcome change from solitude.

He approached her with steady steps. They was slowing about the time he was a pace away from her, though, as he didn't want to crowd her none if maybe she was shy. He had known wolves like that in his past, after all.

Now that he was closer to her, he could take note of her features. His eyes, they was roving lazily over her form for a moment, recognizing the red undertones of her dark fur, and her bright pink eyes. The latter had his brows maybe rising a bit. He hadn't never seen eyes quite like them, not that he could recall.

"Shaw Graves, ma'am," he rumbled, before he was giving her a usual dip of his head. And then, seeing how she was looking down at the grass, he gave one of his ears a questioning flick. A little chuckle rose up from his large chest in a puff of air. "Ain't interrupting nothing, am I?"

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Amon looked to the male, whom said he was Shaw Graves, and tilted her head slightly. "And I'm Amon Therra, good sir." Her voice was slightly louder, and she shook her head when he asked if he was interrupting anything. "Nah, you weren't interrupting anything, really." She returned the chuckle and she took a few steps near him, despite limping with her twisted paw. Her ears flicked and she inclined her head in a more refined greeting.

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SHAW GRAVES

Good sir, she called him. Well, that had Shaw’s grin widening just a bit. Manners was mighty important to him, but she seemed all manner of willing to go above and beyond what was expected when it came to greetin’s. Behind him, his tail picked up a steady wag, indicatin’ that she was makin’ a rather fine impression on ‘im so far.

He nodded when she was saying her name was Amon Therra. Like her eyes, it wasn’t no moniker he’d come 'cross before, but, likewise, he still thought it interestin’. Could’ve been she was maybe born someplace far away. He hadn’t traveled all of the mainland hisself, so who was he to say?

As she moved to draw nearer to him, Shaw shifted atop his own paws, makin’ sure she had enough room to settle if she was wantin’ to. When she said he wasn’t interruptin’ nothing, he decided he ought to sit, thinkin’ maybe a posture more relaxed would invite her to talk more.

He couldn’t help but notice that limp of hers though, and his brows knitted. He wasn’t really wishing to put her on edge by staring at it, but it had caught his eye, and he couldn’t in good conscience leave it unacknowledged.

“Everythin’ alright, ma’am?” He peeled his amber eyes from her foot to face her more direct. “My pa was a healer. If your paw’s givin’ you grief, I might know a thing or two that could help.”

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Amon Therra watched as Shaw looked to her twisted paw, and he could help with it if it was hurting. She laughed inwardly and proudly limped closer. "No, Shaw. This is just a result of a scuffle I got into long ago." She had stopped at a small patch of short grass to Shaw's right, and sat down. Her pink eyes shined with a light of amusement, and she laughed softly. "Thank's for looking after me, though." Her smile grew as she spoke, and she changed positions since she was close to Shaw.

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Not far off, a figure could be seen leaping out of the weeds now and then as it pursued a smaller one, which raced ahead as though it were very unwilling to be caught. After a moment, the larger made a sound of disappointment and began throwing dirt into the air.

"C'mon out, stubborn little-" said the voice of a young male, who's uneasy comments became muffled now and then.