Stick To Your Guns
06-14-2016, 08:12 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-14-2016, 08:44 PM by Shadow.)
He had been used to the cold of the snow in his old home. Now, he was in a more dry and temperate landscape. Some days it would be cool and breezy, others it could be blistering hot. A small sigh would escape the brute as his eyes shimmered in the stars and moon that reflected their light upon his ruby orbs. The smell of different animals would surround his nostrils, taking in the intoxicating fragrances that surrounded his ebony nasal cavity. How he wished he was in the cold again, but he wanted to stay close to Maria as best as he could. He had feelings for the dame, there was no doubt about that. But he would give it time before he made any decisions of asking her to be his mate since it was only such a short time since they had met. He would lie down upon the ground, watching some of the scavengers and varmints that scattered across the land looking for any sources of food. He was not usually a hunter, or a fighter that was for certain. With a sigh he would look for a chance to go fishing, or even if he found a weak larger prey animal that would sustain his energy, he would be happy and even bring some back to his friend. However, he would stay where he was and regain his energy as he closed his eyes and placed his cranium upon his paws, and closed his eyes, though not falling asleep in case of there being any signs of danger. |
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