#convo.salim

[nishantdoshi]

The Werewolves of Fenrir’s Wood were literally wolfing food down. Nishant had his eyes on most of his own, the Slough Pack roaming the party along with Glover and Fenrir. Though he didn’t much care for the other packs, knowing they were probably all briefed at the same level as he had briefed the Werewolves under his protection: bring enough money, you’re going to need it.

He noted a Werewolf that he did not know a few feet from him, the scent was obvious, even though other scents - mostly food - also preoccupied the air. The sun was high and warm that Sunday, and it released different scents. But nothing he was tuned to as much as the smell of wolf. 

“Hey, that smells delicious,” he said to the stranger, smiling. “What are you eating?” he wondered if the other noticed as well, if his scent was equally present. Probably, but if the other noticed it, that was the question. @xsalimxosullivan​

[heliavaz]

Helia loved meeting new people, it was kind of her thing. Or well, according to her colleagues it was kind of her thing. She would stand by the beds of people in the hospital for far too long, checking in on them, starting small talk. She knew it was to make them feel comfortable, heard, seen, and she did the same thing with strangers new to town. With some people it was just clear that they had come to Fenrir’s Wood alone, that they had left home and friends behind to be there, and she extended a hand. 

She had led Salim to a little tea shop in a side-alley of the centre that she loved, promising him free cake if he would talk to her. She was charming enough to manage to do this with strangers without seeming creepy or strange. Perhaps it was the fact that she came off as someone doing a questionnaire. “Get whatever you like!” Helia said, handing Salim the menu. “The carrot cake is to die for though, the owner perfect the recipe herself, really good.” ( @xsalimxosullivan​ )