Heaven is a place that I can't find, and I can feel it in my bones.
09-09-2016, 06:19 PM
It was too late to run, now. His lips curled back from his teeth as he was spotted, his hackles raising on his back. The first wolf to speak was the cream boy, standing in front of his sister protectively. He called one of them a stalker, his eyes had not yet adjusted and he couldn't quite see who he was looking at. Pheonix's brows pulled together in confusion, who was a stalker? Or what was it? He had heard someone talking about a wild cat, saying that it was 'stalking' its prey. Did the boy mean hunting, like he was after his sister? He scoffed, shifting his yellow gaze to the sister in question. She was pretty ordinary, just one colour covering most of her coat. From here it looked like a dirty yellow, like someone had peed all over her or something. His lips twitched at the thought, and he looked at her when she spoke. His ears flickered atop his head, his earlier fear and panick long gone. They didn't seem too aggressive, and the sister said that he was impressive. Now that word he knew. Licking his lips, he took a single step forward and eyed the older boy, who soon said that they weren't going to eat him. Ah, so they had little care that he was trespassing in their home? What kind of pack was this anyways? But he was just a pup, they might be taking pity on him since he was all on his own. Ha, what a mistake that was. Pheonix could survive just fine! Leaving the patch of shadows that he had tried to hide himself in, he stepped into a little patch of light that shone from the entrance of the mine. It was enough to set his coat ablaze with colours, the flame coloured hues on his pelt standing out. He really did look like he was born from the flames, just as his mother told him. Sunny eyes shifted around again, passing over each wolf. What an odd bunch they were. "What is this? Cave?" he asked, his broken English sounding louder in his ears than he hoped. Crap, these walls were making it harder to keep things down. His ears pinned somewhat in surprise, but he fell silent regardless. Turning to look at the creme boy, his head tilting to the side with a single brow raising, a bit of confusion on his face. "What are 'stalker?' I no hunt your sister, if you worry," he offered, speaking a lot lower than he had before. He didn't much like to use this language, but it would seem that hardly anyone here spoke his native tongue. It was seriously frustrating, he wasn't one to learn things that he didn't like. Over time it had gotten better, easier too, but it was still irritating. He doubted that they spoke Spanish, he didn't hear it in their voices as they spoke. But he was pretty interested in this little group of wolves. He took a seat, his tail flagged out behind him as he waited for an answer. |
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