Weeds and Thorns
01-10-2016, 02:35 PM
Bacchus would bring his large form back to the budding forest, he found it peaceful here a state that often avoided him. While he enjoyed the company of the girls he'd met since his return solitude was still his favorite and he would pursue her like a starving mutt. Mismatched paws would pull him along the wet terra, the warmth of the summer was obviously not upon them yet. For a long time he was alone in the woods, there were no other sounds no scent of any other wolves. Only the fading scent of himself and the girl Current, though they'd both been gone from here for a while now. He had to seriously consider his next move when the scent of a stranger met him. For curiosity's sake he'd find himself drawing more near, unable to see her through the trees, but very much able to smell her. He'd find himself circling around where he thought her location might be, his paws soft for his size. Eventually he'd catch a glimpse of her pale form and he'd cease. Unsure if he wished to approach or simply watch her actions. |
