Seem to matter so much
08-26-2016, 02:13 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-26-2016, 02:28 PM by Evelyn.)
It wasn't often anymore that anyone really called for him. After the meeting, it got right back to being quiet again. He was growing wary of the empty promises that some members made, but mostly he blamed the summer heat. It was very dry this year, the levels of the lake in the Plains, and even the Rapids, had gone down. There were hardly any prey out under the heat of the sun, and he wondered if he should call for an evening hunt. Blinking, he came out of his thoughts as the call for him came, sounding like it was Qualm. Raising himself to all fours and leaving the patch of shade he had been resting under, he made his way towards the Rivers boy. It didn't take him very long, and be was there within moments of his howl. "Qualm," he said with a dip of his head. "What can I do for you today?" Bass asked, his tongue hanging from his mouth as he panted slightly. Even with that little bit of movement, he felt like he was burning up. After this, he needed to go for a dip. "SPEAK ITALIAN" |
