Snakes in a Basket
Red tinged ears perked at the sound of an unfamiliar voice, one sky blue eye opening to reveal another standing nearby. A smirk lifted his lips as he pulled himself up to a sitting position and turned to face the alpha. Now that he got a good look, he recognized the man as the one who spoke at the meeting, the other alpha he guessed. "Just resting a bit after hunting down a bunch of these things." True, he was a bit tired after running around all morning looking for these snakes.
Ears tilted towards the man as he tsked and explained the potential hazards of his catches. He locked his lips almost subconsciously, not knowing that information. He didn't know that, considering he had never seen them before since he came from frozen wastelands. "Thanks for the info, I didn't know that...we didn't have these things where I come from." Perhaps he would have to learn about what was okay to hunt, and what to stay away from...of course, until he got better at hunting them.
"Zell, correct?" The tall man nodded, at least he'd heard of his name. That would save some time in introducing himself at least. "I assume your Bass? Allen mentioned you. And it's quite alright, I was welcomed in and briefed quite passionately about the pack..." Even so, Allen had been the only one to really talk to him. Nobody else had come to say hi, and he being somewhat antisocial hadn't bothered to try and talk to someone else. "I'm settling in okay, found myself a den near the Rapids...it's kind of..quiet here, unless it's just me." He shrugged a little. Perhaps it was his size and standoffish appearance that kept others at bay? He wasn't too sure. |
