Fear Not Change
11-03-2015, 06:05 PM
The silver man was worried. With good reason as well, as it would have it that Allen had suddenly seemed to disappear off the face of the Earth. He would find him in a den at the outskirts of the pack, curled up alone. Where was his family? Why were they not with him? Concern crossed over Cypress’ face, and the man would kneel at the mouth of the den, calling softly to the older man.
“Allen? May I have a word?” Cypress would question. Something was seriously wrong here. The other man wouldn’t just up and leave his family. Was he sick? No, a sniff of the air told Cypress that was not the case. He’d breathe out a soft sigh, hearing another howl on the wind for the calico gentleman. Hopefully the other would be up to answering it.
"Speech"