Georgia On My Mind
06-08-2016, 07:51 PM
Cedar remained stubbornly silent, looking at Ollie out of the corner of his eye. The wolf ignored him, a bit uncomfortable to have to do all the talking himself. He shifted slightly, raising up when the male spoke of never planting a garden. He looked awestruck, amazed that this wasn't a normal thing for this wolf or any of the others that he had run into. It was such a common practice back home that it was extremely odd to him that no one else did the same. He supposed that not all lands were alike, and that where he and Cedar came from was nothing like Ardent. It took several moments for him to collect himself, a silence spreading between the three of them. Cedar decided that he had had enough, and left the gray wolf's side. He would continue to search for seeds, not straying too far from his brothers side. The black brute introduced himself as Shadow, a fitting name for the darkly coloured one. He said that there was a wolf he knew who dyed themselves with berries, which is what he was used to seeing. So perhaps this wolf had not been around for very long. He seemed to be around the same age as himself, and perhaps closed off. A wolf like that had no reason to be out and about. Realizing that it had been quite the time since he had said anything, he cleared his throat in an awkward manner. "Would you like to um.. help?" He asked, his paws shuffling in the light dusting of snow. "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.