She dropped them next to the crates and wordlessly sat back down and stared into space again. The figure rolled around, sat up and took off the large hood which covered most of it’s face a rather furry, young face. He looked somewhat like the werewolves of legend, the kind that stood on two legs and howled at the full moon, but slightly more human and less muscly, with fur covering his body and a set of emerald coloured eyes. Most of it was grey, but with some lighter patches around his chest and a his thin tail had a few whitish highlights. It stuck out the back of the black hooded robe he was wearing, which was far too big for him. He had rolled the sleeves up elbow length to be able to wear it and wore it like an undone coat which reached down past his knees. It hung off him leaving a gap in the middle showing his bare chest, and a pair of dark blue shorts.
He shuffled over and patted the dog. It was large, almost as big as the boy sitting next to it and also had grey fur, though it was matted with dirt and muck, streaking it with brown. It was sitting and wagging his tail obediently, tongue stuck out and panting.
"Yes, I suppose you were", she sighed. She sat back down, face blank, simply holding the knife in her hands.
"What's wrong Marian? You seem really out of it", said the wolfish boy.
"What? More than usual?", mumbled Garas.
She shot him a look. It was such that it would have caused men to run for fear of their lives, fleeing in terror, so he quickly stuck his head back down and stared at the crate for a while.
The girl sighed and rested her head against the wall, looking up at the ceiling. I was also blackened from a fire, the whole room was full of it wood that looked the same way.
"It's... Nothing, don't worry about it", she replied after a while, still staring at the ceiling. She put the knife away somewhere behind her.
"And you stop calling me 'Marian'".
"Oh right, sorry, Mari". He blushed slightly, embarrassed, and put his arms around the dog next to him, which then lay down on the wooden floor. It made a small creaking sound, quickly drowned out by the dog’s rapid panting. He scratched it thoughtfully for a while, and then looked up.
"Hey Garas, what's in that box that you're so interested in anyway?"
He had been staring at it as more of a defence mechanism, but now he was searching through it again, making small clinking noises as things shuffled about.
He shuffled over and patted the dog. It was large, almost as big as the boy sitting next to it and also had grey fur, though it was matted with dirt and muck, streaking it with brown. It was sitting and wagging his tail obediently, tongue stuck out and panting.
"Yes, I suppose you were", she sighed. She sat back down, face blank, simply holding the knife in her hands.
"What's wrong Marian? You seem really out of it", said the wolfish boy.
"What? More than usual?", mumbled Garas.
She shot him a look. It was such that it would have caused men to run for fear of their lives, fleeing in terror, so he quickly stuck his head back down and stared at the crate for a while.
The girl sighed and rested her head against the wall, looking up at the ceiling. I was also blackened from a fire, the whole room was full of it wood that looked the same way.
"It's... Nothing, don't worry about it", she replied after a while, still staring at the ceiling. She put the knife away somewhere behind her.
"And you stop calling me 'Marian'".
"Oh right, sorry, Mari". He blushed slightly, embarrassed, and put his arms around the dog next to him, which then lay down on the wooden floor. It made a small creaking sound, quickly drowned out by the dog’s rapid panting. He scratched it thoughtfully for a while, and then looked up.
"Hey Garas, what's in that box that you're so interested in anyway?"
He had been staring at it as more of a defence mechanism, but now he was searching through it again, making small clinking noises as things shuffled about.
