What It's Like To Have To Choose
12-27-2016, 11:11 AM
The quiet words from a young girl would hit the boys mind but he wouldn't pay attention to it. He was in a pack now so she could have been talking to anyone. And she was; she was speaking to her bird. So he would continue on, staring at his crappy little den. He would be startled when the girl came flying up beside him, blurting out excited squeals of him and his spots. He couldn't help but smile and wag his tail though. He never truly had siblings or a family, and he was happy to start out new now. He didn't know this russet spotted female, but he knew that he should have so he would begin. "Hello Roza," He giggled a little seeing how she forced herself to calm down some, "My name is Amarant. I've never met anyone else with spots either, besides my brother of course." Of course he saw Caeto from a distance and met with Isolde a few times but that wasn't a true introduction really. He would pause for a moment in case she wanted to say anything else and then would continue, "My father was Maverick Mathias, I got my spots from him. Who are your parents?" |