Georgia On My Mind
06-08-2016, 02:46 PM
Oleander wasn't paying attention, he was far too focused on growing his garden. That had always been his number one focus, which is why he was thankful for Cedar. He was his constant look out while he was distracted with these things. Like at this very moment, the jackal's head shot up as he narrowed his eyes at the stranger, taking in his odd coloured coat. Back home, there were not many wolves who had abnormal colours on them, it was a rarity. This brute had both a red and a yellow that he had only ever seen on plants before. The smaller canine's ears drew back as the other male looked over, his lips twitching somewhat. "Societatem habemus, Oleander," Cedar woofed, causing the wolf's head to snap up, slowly he looked over his shoulder at the company that the jackal was referring too. Sure enough, there he was. His dark teal eyes opened wide at the strange colouration of the beast, his curiosity getting the best of him. He took a few steps towards him, before Cedar's growl made him stop. "Numquid ingressus quadam phantasia mundi?" Ollie asked his brother, who just shrugged his shoulders. Cedar stayed at Oleander's side as they both took cautious steps towards the wolf, acting as if it were some mythical beast that would vanish before their eyes. In the more common tongue of these lands, the wolf asked his burning question. "Your fur... is it natural?" he asked. They had both seen wolves that painted themselves with berries, could this be what this wolf did? His head tilted to the side, further inspecting the male. Ollie knew that it was rude to stare, but he couldn't help it. He was so utterly fascinated, and wanted to know more. Were there other wolves who were this bright and colourful? Maybe all over their bodies instead of in only a few places? "SPEAK" -- "CEDAR SPEAKS" |
Oleander speaks Latin, but is fluent in English. Cedar is a black backed jackal and is always with Ollie unless otherwise stated.