Giant Paw-Prints to Fill
Cairo II
Master Fighter (250)
Master Hunter (295)
Weaponsmaster
9 Years
Male
50
BrienaSkysong
Of course, that could just be his own frustrations speaking. Artur was his brother, even if his way of thinking could be downright… nasty. Cairo was stubbornly of the mind that just because your blood might not be Adravendi blood, you were still just as good as the next wolf. For him, something had resonated in the stories about his forefather, even the parts his mother had seemed disapproving of.
He stood within the stone Circle, lowered into his best defensive stance, tail flicked out behind him—although it was held stiff as a stick instead of the willowy, flowing tool of balance it ought to be. Puppy steps. He was envisioning a big, snarling black wolf in front of him— and for a moment, his imagination was good enough to make his heart patter, before his imaginary opponent lunged and he sidestepped, stumbling as his ill-balancing tail stiffly flicked to the side – the wrong one – and sent him off balance before his claws sank into the ground and righted him.
A soft growl purred out his throat, a far cry from the rumble it’d be someday. He’d have to work on this tail thing.
Gathering herself, the bear-like black wolf leaped forward to land in front of the chocolate colored pup, snarling in his face with a deep, fierce roar. Immediately she rolled back, laughing boisterously. "Hey, Squirt! You must be Cairo." He had to be, since he was the only pup in the pack who she hadn't met yet, and he certainly wasn't a trespasser since she'd only just gotten back from the border and there'd been no sign of anyone crossing.
Cairo II
Master Fighter (250)
Master Hunter (295)
Weaponsmaster
9 Years
Male
50
BrienaSkysong
Utterly baffled, he stared at her as she greeted him, the defensive menace slowly falling from his features as he took in the fact that her scent was of the pack, like his mother’s. Finally, he pulled himself to all four paws and nodded carefully, still a little fluffed out along the spine. That defense had certainly come easily.
“Yes’m. I’m Cairo Adravendi.” Manners were highly important, of course, and he showed them with some modicum of dignity, even if his coat was still a little ruffled in spots—although he had managed to get some of his fur to flatten down.
Curiosity finally reared its inquisitive head and his own cocked as he looked up at the stocky female and the shadowy greys that hinted in the black of her coat. She had pretty eyes, too. “What’s your name? Are you a warrior?”