She purses her lips at the wolf's acting (that weary huff was a familiar one, and now it was almost like he was peeping up at her) and takes two steps back--thoughtfully cupping her chin and tilting her head at it--before she turns and runs away, toward the woods. Her run doesn't take her far away, though; the sound of her footsteps stops behind one of the trees ringing the meadow.
She doesn't make a sound after that, body hidden from view by the tree trunk. But after a moment, eyes green as the growing moss peek out from behind, closely followed by a smile--a tiny "peek-a-boo" before she disappears behind the tree again.
Despite the possibility of danger, Aerith's actually working on stifling giggles.
She did have a tiny bit of experience with wolves, unknown to Cloud: a wolf mutated by experimentation had stayed in her church for four years. It had looked strange and more than a little scary. It had also protected her and stood by her side as she learned to protect herself. This wolf reminds her a tiny bit of that one...smart and not aggressive, unless given a reason to be.
The blue eyes, though, they remind her of something else. Blue skies, freedom and a powerful desire to enjoy it, even in the most childish and simple of ways. After a moment, she puts her hand on the side of the tree and leans over with her basket to see if she can find them again.
gotta love crisis core for adding its own weirdness XD
She doesn't make a sound after that, body hidden from view by the tree trunk. But after a moment, eyes green as the growing moss peek out from behind, closely followed by a smile--a tiny "peek-a-boo" before she disappears behind the tree again.
Despite the possibility of danger, Aerith's actually working on stifling giggles.
She did have a tiny bit of experience with wolves, unknown to Cloud: a wolf mutated by experimentation had stayed in her church for four years. It had looked strange and more than a little scary. It had also protected her and stood by her side as she learned to protect herself. This wolf reminds her a tiny bit of that one...smart and not aggressive, unless given a reason to be.
The blue eyes, though, they remind her of something else. Blue skies, freedom and a powerful desire to enjoy it, even in the most childish and simple of ways. After a moment, she puts her hand on the side of the tree and leans over with her basket to see if she can find them again.