Stop Drop and Roll
04-17-2017, 04:10 PM
His interaction with the tiny female on the cliffs had been entertaining to say the very least, but this was not the time to think on that. Wesson pushed it out of his mind in order to focus on priority numero uno - finding his family. He'd dilly-dallied too long and needed to hustle to find Glock and make sure he was good. This little brother was a stark contrast to him. Wesson was a wolf who prided himself on his appearance. He kept in good shape and made sure he was always well-groomed. He had a bright mind, despite lacking the education and information his sisters received. His intelligence was mainly applied to strategizing and rationalizing, rather than to knowing "what's what." Glock, on the other hand, was unkempt, out of shape, and a bit dimwitted.
For all their differences, Glock was easily one of Wesson's favorite siblings. He had a giant soft spot for him and his good heart. He would be quick to jump to his defense if he ever needed it, but that affection also created the risk of increased jealousy on Wesson's part if Glock seemed to favor someone outside the family more than him. So far so good, but Wesson saw the potential in the future and recognized his fault for what it was. He just hoped that, if the day came, he could control himself. His jealousy had caused enough trouble.
Skirting pack territory to get where he wanted to go was getting old, but he'd picked up his brother's scent and was a male on a mission. The nook he found him in was pretty indeed, but Wesson didn't take the time to check it out. He focused, instead, on the fact that his brother was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Quite literally, in fact. "Awh, Glock," he groaned from behind the brute, shaking his head. "How'd ya get into this mess? Keep your tail down, I'll see if I can't push ya out." With that, he bent low at the knees and pressed his shoulder against Glock's backside, prepared to give him a boost as soon as he said the word. "When you're ready, kid." (ooc; feel free to just play that Wes did the push when you make the move Fen!)
For all their differences, Glock was easily one of Wesson's favorite siblings. He had a giant soft spot for him and his good heart. He would be quick to jump to his defense if he ever needed it, but that affection also created the risk of increased jealousy on Wesson's part if Glock seemed to favor someone outside the family more than him. So far so good, but Wesson saw the potential in the future and recognized his fault for what it was. He just hoped that, if the day came, he could control himself. His jealousy had caused enough trouble.
Skirting pack territory to get where he wanted to go was getting old, but he'd picked up his brother's scent and was a male on a mission. The nook he found him in was pretty indeed, but Wesson didn't take the time to check it out. He focused, instead, on the fact that his brother was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Quite literally, in fact. "Awh, Glock," he groaned from behind the brute, shaking his head. "How'd ya get into this mess? Keep your tail down, I'll see if I can't push ya out." With that, he bent low at the knees and pressed his shoulder against Glock's backside, prepared to give him a boost as soon as he said the word. "When you're ready, kid." (ooc; feel free to just play that Wes did the push when you make the move Fen!)