bittersweet memories
12-20-2015, 12:37 AM
(This post was last modified: 12-20-2015, 02:41 AM by Mav.)
The fairly large sized creature trotted across the field in a steady pace, long elegant stride made him feel as if he was flying across the land with the sway of the dried grass. His muscular shoulder blades and hips raised and fell with each step he took, ear twitched to the sound of another creature coming closer to him. At first, the scarred beast paid no mind to someone, possibly another wolf, hot on his trails. As far as he could sense, the ebony headed canine has not trespassed on any pack land or done anything wrong. Even then, Mav could surely out run them if he felt like a fight was unneeded. Perhaps it was just another wolf, just looking for someone to run with. He remembers the odd phenomena happening before, similar to when a pack did a run together. But this was a small group of lone wolves, wanting to run as a pack without being an actually pack. However, the battle worn lupus pace slowed when a familiar but unfamiliar scent tickled his nose and the sight of a she wolf blocked his path. Maverick came to a nimble halt, an impish smirk played along his lips and a devilish spark in his eyes. The canine remembered her, a she wolf worth fighting for. Thou, it appears she has new stories marked on her delicate frame. Of course, he held his stance. If she knew him well enough, it was typical of the male. Scarred head held high with confidence, his chest out with pride, his tail raised to the point of curl, ears erected, and his warm orange digits directly on her but gentle. Although Mavi’s stance was not dominate or threatening, just a very self-assured lone male in the presence of a lone she wolf. His tone was husky, low, but soft to the ear. Masculine, but not overpowering her like his father’s blood burned in him to do. “I would say it has.” Although their acquaintance was brief the last time he saw her, she offered him food when he needed it most. Being a lone wolf without any kind of family or friends to help you, was not the easiest. And even though many loner’s have offered him food before in his time, a lone mother’s offer was somehow different from the rest. “How have you been Surreal? I hope you and your family are doing well. I assume you have finally have taken your place as Queen and your mate as your King.” » tags: @surreal & open » notes: a little better. lol |
