Troublemaker
06-17-2013, 10:29 PM
| Sarak |
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Sarak trotted along with her, long legs eating up the ground as he followed dutifully along behind the dark headed female that was, so far, his only sure friend in Valhalla. He?d found himself a small den under the roots of an old oak in one of the forested areas in Valhalla, and had been asleep, when he?d found himself being nipped and prodded by an excited Azalea. He?d dug in his hocks at first, figuratively, but had been dragged along anyway, like a pups favorite bone toy, and so, he?d relented, and now he was here, at the edge of Valhalla, and she acted as though there was an extremely important mission that they needed to be completely hush about. It did worry him slightly. Did she know what he had been? Was he supposed to kill someone? He dropped into a crouch as she hissed for a silent halt and lowered herself. As she darted across the border, he kept pace with her, wondering what on earth she was up to. It didn?t have the feeling of a serious mission. She was cheerful. Over playing the sneaky bit. So he relaxed a little, keeping with the brisk trot she held, though when they began the climb, he slowed his pace to keep her in front, one ear folding back as she panted. She stopped at long last and flopped down on her belly, in an interesting position that definitely told him that she wasn?t taking him on a serious mission. As she teased him, he tilted his head, expressionless face breaking into a quizzical look, one brow perking as his ears cocked. It was a mixture of cute and handsome, as he slowly lowered himself onto his haunches, breathing easy and relaxed, in comparison with her brisk panting. ?You didn?t seem to want to stop.? His tail curled around his haunches. Moss green eyes studied her carefully, then lifted to stare about, as he checked for danger. This would be a fine moment for an enemy to ambush, and he hadn?t heard anything about whether they were still at odds with the pack, Tortuga, that the now he?d heard they were supposed to be enemies with. It would be a horrible thing to be attacked now, when neither of them were good fighters. He?d been trained, but it had never been his strength, and he didn?t think she?d had any training, herself.
Things were quiet, however, and his eyes returned to the yearling who had brought him out here. ?So? What was the mission you spoke of, again?? His head tilted again, eyes studying her again with curiosity. Play and adventure had been something he had never heard of as a pup. He?d had no childhood. |
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