breakfast
10-22-2016, 11:24 AM
It was still early, far too early to be up and full of energy. He dozed beside his brothers, ears twitching on the top of his head. Even his white marked paws fluttered at his side, in his dreams he was running and chasing everything in sight. Just as he was about to sink his teeth into a juicy deer, he heard the shuffling of paws outside of his den. Leaping to his paws, still half asleep, Fable was on the hunt. Who was there? Where? What was going on?? Stumbling to the mouth of the den, he squinted his sleepy eyes as he tried to spot who he had heard. When he didn't see anyone, he took off running. The young pup only made it a few steps before he tripped over something soft, careening towards the earth. Flinching, he prepared for his ultimate face full of dirt. Honestly he was getting used to falling over, those far too-large paws kept him tripping over anything and everything. Still on the ground, he turned to see what it was that had made him fall. He saw a big white thing covered in feathers, and knew that it was a bird of some kind. What it was called though, that he had no idea. Sniffing at it, he was about to pull out some feathers to play with when he heard someone again. Oh right! He was going to look for who it was! Why did they bring them a massive bird? Picking himself up off the ground, he shook the dirt from his coat and trotted off in a random direction. Fable hadn't learned too much about stalking, but he had been practicing. Finding the scent of the stranger, he stuck his nose to the ground and started to follow after it. His fur was sticking out in a rather haphazard manner, he hadn't shook out his fur since waking up or even after he hit the earth. The boy didn't have a care in the world though, cause he was gonna find who brought that bird! Yeah! Gray and white tail wagged behind him as he picked up the pace, soon enough seeing a speckly wolf walking away. "Heyyy, wait! Waittttt!" he called, sprinting until he caught up to her. Trying to stop in a graceful way, he was able to achieve the exact opposite. His left front paw tripped over his right, and once again he was on the ground. His neck was the first to hit the earth, his rump swinging up in the air as it was brought to an abrupt stop. That too hit the earth, and he was left grinning up at the strange woman. He had seen her at the meeting, but he hadn't really talked to her. There had just been so many wolves there and so little time to meet them all! Springing to his paws like nothing had happened, Fable's tail wagged behind him a mile a minute. "Did you bwing tha' bwird? What kind of bwird is it anyway? I never sees somefing like dat befwore, it was swoft and feferwy like," he spurted out, hardly able to get the words out quick enough. Walk, "Talk" Think |