tracks in the sand
11-18-2016, 06:37 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-18-2016, 06:38 AM by Knight.)
If wolves could blush, the boy nearly would have as she asked who he was. Fortune was the first wolf outside of their family that he'd met and she seemed so kind, he couldn't help but admire her slightly as she sweetly asked for his name.. though in turn, it made him quite bashful. He opened his mouth and ensued a series of stammering before he finally pulled himself together. "Oh, my name is Knight." He immediately looked to Valor, and then was relieved when the attention was off of him again and now on Fable. Phew. Now he could get on with this lesson. It didn't bother him that Fable knew this other woman first, though he was a bit surprised. His eyes widened some as she addressed him by name and he wondered how and when they'd had the chance to cross paths. He was doing his best keeping up with Fable, but the boy seemed so much more adventurous than he was. When did he sleep? He giggled at the thought though turned his attention toward Fortune once again when she asked for it. When she asked if any of them knew how to move silently, he gave a confident nod. Although he was clumsy in his puphood, he knew that if he moved slow enough and focused enough he could walk in near silence and often practiced this when he'd flirted with the mouth of the den while their parents were gone. He never wanted to break his father's rules and leave the den then, but he wanted to see and experience what was going on in the outside world without drawing too much attention to himself. But then, as she demonstrating walking on her out toes he started to feel his confidence shed from him- though, not totally! The brave pup moved forward and splayed out his toes, watching his brother for a moment before starting. It wasn't until Valor looked his way after wobbling that Knight tried for himself, and so far so good. He took a few steps and focused putting his weight on his tippy-toes rather than his paw-pads just like he'd done back in the den. His movements weren't perfect, and it was harder to keep his back legs silent than his fronts. All went well until his last back leg moved up and accidentally it dragged across the ground beneath him rather than being lifted and placed down with stealth. Oops. |
