Cradle To The Grave
12-07-2015, 07:42 PM
So far he wasn't having any luck finding anyone to entertain him. He was beginning to wonder if he was going to have to find something else to pass the time. To his own dismay he realized that if he was unlucky in finding someone he'd have to default to hunting. His nose wrinkled at the thought of having to find some tiny vermin to terrorize. Since he was by himself larger prey was more than likely not going to be an option. A bored sigh fluttered past his lips. At least when his family had been around he'd had partners in crime. Nothing was fun anymore since he was alone. His father had founded a pack out of boredom and loneliness and had made it a home for misfits. The question now was what could he do to cure his boredom? He certainly didn't expect anyone to be looking for him though. He was upwind of the girl so he was unaware of the wolf following him until a low howl caught his attention. His ears pricked forward and a smirk tugged at his lips. Seems like he didn't have to resort to terrorizing the local wildlife after all. Though he'd be lying if he said he wasn't confused about her calling to him. He didn't recognize the voice and he had no "friends" to speak of so who was it? Regardless he decided it wasn't going to be fun unless she chased him down. That was unless she was boring enough not to chase in which case he supposed he could find her. He was that bored after all. Still he'd let her get a clue where he was at so he threw his head up and let out a low howl back to her before taking off at a lope across the mountain side, a grin plastered on his face. This was going to be fun. Walk, "Talk" Think |
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