Mother's Got Worts
He returned south. Potentially returning to the place of his birth, but he had doubts about going back. Unless someone had rebuilt after the war, there wouldn't be anything there. An audible sigh slipped past the gentle giants lips, large paws walking almost quietly as he lumbered along. He'd been here before as a pup, and quite frankly, he kind of missed the south. The suns rays barely made it through the twisted canopy above, and as the male stopped and stared up, his ears twitched as voices suddenly caught his attention.
His head whipped in the direction it was coming from, head tilting as he listened. Granted, he couldn't hear everything, but he made out a few words, one of them sounding like it had to do with a herb. He was hesitant to approach, but the gnawing loneliness and need to socialize forced him to go investigate. His heart hammered as he moved along, the scents of the creatures getting stronger.
The male slowed his approach, catching glimpses of a figure through the trunks of the trees. He stood by, peeking around to find a wolfess and one of those odd creatures he used to play with as a pup. He noticed the satchel on the woman, ears perking in interest as his tail wagged a little. He was doubtful about whether to approach or not, but it wouldn't hurt would it? But how to approach? Just walk out there and practically bar her path? No. He wasn't trying to look intimidating. Instead, he cleared his throat and spoke. "Excuse me, miss? I couldn't help but overhear something about herbs?" Smooth. Real Smooth. |