One Helluva View

*Oleander I* · 06-05-2016, 11:08 AM

They sat near the ledge, right where the earth gave away and dropped far down below into the ocean. Ollie was being brave, his paws dangling over the edge with his head resting on his legs. Dark teal eyes peeked down at the water below, listening to the faint sound of the tides hitting the rocks. Cedar was not so bold, and he paced behind his brother. Occasionally he let out a few high pitched yips, his black and tan tail whipping behind him ferociously. If Oleander fell and didn't die from that, he would kill him for scaring him. The wolf's ears flickered at each sound the jackal made, until he finally lifted his head and looked over his shoulder. "Cessant, aut os questus mole rigent." He said somewhat awkwardly. Even in his more common tongue, he was not the best speaker. Sometimes he felt like words weren't enough to convey the things he was feeling, and he often just stuck with being silent. He could learn so much more that way, from being the quiet observer. He would let Cedar do most of the talking, he had a larger mouth anyways. He heard his brother grumble behind him, but he just smiled as he rested his head back down again.

The jackal did not stop pacing, not until he heard the sound of someone coming up. Perking, he looked over and saw a wolf flop to the earth, only for some strange looking creature to jump off of her and run away. The smaller canine tilted his head to the side, it would seem that she hadn't realized that him and his wolf brother were off to the side. She lay on the very peak of the fjord, panting from exertion. Ollie had heard the noise as well, his head turning from where it was resting on his legs. He only lifted his head when he saw her in the dim light, a few pinpricks of stars shining above them. She was a beautiful wolf, he could tell that from where he was laying. Her chocolate coat was marred only by lighter tones, much like his own fur. He blinked softly, his ears fully alert. He heard Cedar scoff from behind him, and he turned and shot him a glare. Was it so wrong that he was just enjoying looking at her? It wasn't like he was picturing himself on top of her or anything. He was analyzing her, the way he would do to one of his plants or herbs. The female was a pretty specimen, and he liked that. He did not see what was so bad in that.

Oleander realized that they were both being rather silent, just sitting off to the side and staring. Well, he was staring, he was pretty sure that Cedar was making funny faces at him. Not really knowing what to say, or where to start with these native wolves, his ears pinned tightly against his skull. Cedar rolled his eyes, knowing that once again it was up to him to get the ball rolling. "Salutem, stranger," barked the jackal, trying to speak softly. He didn't want to startle her, not when they were so close to the edge of the cliff. Oleander just kept looking, lowering his head once again.

"SPEAK" -- "CEDAR SPEAK"

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One Helluva View

Oleander I