In the land of obscurity
09-30-2015, 01:28 PM
His minty green eyes had cast away from the fallen boy before him, the movement of more rabbits stirring his hunters instincts. He had little concern for the most likely dead wolf at his feet, he didn't know who he was, therefor had no personal interest on if he was actually living or not. He was much more intent on the thought of getting some fresh kill to sate his growing hunger. That was until his ears quivered at the sound of the being stirring below him, his mighty head moving slowly to focus down on the much smaller boy. He watched with a guarded expression as large, damp blue eye gazed up at him, before the brown and white yearling scrambled backwards from him. Head tilted to the side slightly, eyes narrowing somewhat as he watched him scramble backwards. He seemed ashamed of his actions of playing dead, but the taller man was indifferent to it. He guessed that he was glad that the stranger was okay, it would be a shame that he had died at such a young age. He seemed to be the same age as himself, but was about four inches shorter than himself. Not that it mattered, but it was rather interesting to the gray boy at just how different the wolves of this land were. He had met some taller, and mostly those shorter than himself. The integration of colours he had seen on coats as well as size and stature was a true culture shock to him. He was used to just him and his family, and had never expected to run into this many different wolves in the few weeks that he had been here. As the boy stammered out an apology, he just shrugged his pale shoulders. It wasn't like he had done him any actual harm in laying there like that, he had just been somewhat worried that he had been dead. Only a touch though. But when he shied away from him, Cath blinked at the boy in shock. Eyes grew wider as the stranger seemed afraid of him, something that he had never encountered before. It wasn't like he was scary, he was pretty much just standing before this stranger with a neutral expression, well, until now of course. A few more harsh blinks were all he needed to clear his head, before his ears pulled back against his skull in his own sense of embarrassment. He had not intended to scare the poor boy, he seemed to have enough problems, curling up on the terrain like that. He then stuttered out a very terrible lie, Cathaoir was no fool. He saw right through the false words, but saw no need to question the stranger on the truth. It was none of his business, in his mind, to know the inner workings of the strangers that he ran into here. He felt no need to ask the true purpose of why he was acting like he was dead, or hiding from something. If it had been a true danger, he had a feeling that he would not just be laying there. He just shrugged his shoulders again, eyes casting away from the boy as he fought with his own lack of communication skills. After several heart beats of uncomfortable silence, Cathaoir shuffled on his paws as he once again scanned the horizon. "Didn't scare me. Just..." Just what? What did he really feel towards this complete and utter stranger? His two toned tail quivered behind him as he cleared his throat, a soft sigh shoving passed his lips. He was terrible at talking, really and truly terrible. He much preferred to show how he felt through actions, his body language was something that he depended on more so than others. Shoulders sagging downwards as his head dropped slightly, he licked his lips to try and moisten them. He suddenly felt very dry, like he had been trapped in a desert for far too long. Crap. He had gone quiet again, and the stranger was no doubt judging his lack of... well pretty much any social skill. "Um. Concerned." He finally muttered, his voice a soft mumble that he wasn't even sure if the stranger had heard him. Briefly his gaze fluttered over to the stranger for a moment, his head lowering even more as if he was trying to say that he was no threat to him. While he had the build of a warrior, bulky muscles that stretched beneath his monotone coat, this boy had done nothing to provoke an attack. Slowly his tail wagged slightly at his hocks, and even though he spoke nothing else at the moment, he wanted to make sure that he didn't frighten the smaller yearling. |
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