om is the bow, the arrow is soul

*Creed* · 09-26-2015, 11:38 AM

Teal eyes were fixated on the beaver as it went about its home-building in the river fully aware of the predator watching it. Creed couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed as he stared at the tasty looking morsel. Even if he felt like getting wet, which he did not, he doubted he'd be able to catch it in the water unless he was lucky. He was aware that beavers had webbed hind feet to help them swim and they were much faster than he would ever be in the water. His only fair chance would be to catch one on land. He let out an annoyed huff and gave up on the idea.

He'd been so transfixed on the idea of a snack that he hadn't heard the other wolf approaching. At the sound of the voice and the soft padding of feet he turned his head abruptly to look at the new comer. The first thing he noticed was that the other male was smiling which was a good thing in his book. He smiled softly back giving an automatic tail wag towards the other. Creed was a sociable creature and so long as others were friendly he had no problem returning the gesture regardless if he knew them or not.

"Aye, tha' it is. Wha' brings ye this way?"

As he spoke he couldn't help but study the other male. He was only slightly smaller than himself, covering in considerably less fur, and clearly weighed a bit less. His earthen tones and simplistic pelt caught his attention and the piercing green eyes were the most noticeable and attractive feature about the male. He didn't linger on appearances too long though, realizing that he'd forgotten to introduce himself.

"My name is Creed."

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