Daytripping
07-01-2013, 09:08 AM
~*~ When asked what he thought of these 'cows', Cross "Hmmmm"ed and hopped closer, wriggling and snaking through the winter grass using exaggerated techniques that he'd seen the Glaciem wolves using when he'd gotten to observe some tacking parties. He felt like a real hunter, stalking his prey with narrowed eyes and cat-like tread. The stupid beasts just kept standing there, swishing their tails and mouthing their weird sideways chew. "So funny lookin'" he muttered to himself. Glancing around, his eyes cast upon a much smaller, fuzzier one. A fawn or calf or whatever. That was a little more his size, though, to be honest, he wasn't really hungry, just curious. He swept his paws round and started creeping up on it with his pink tongue sticking out the side of his cream colored muzzle. But the moment he got within ten yards, the thing's eyes bulged and it let out a bulging bawl, and starting half running, half tripping it's way back to a worried looking she-beast with the an udder the size of Cross's whole body. As some of the nearer cattle lowed and shifted around - trying to decide if the calf was just being stupid or if something was really there - Cross just lay flat to the ground, ears pinned back, watching with intense interest and feeling every vibration of the earth caused by their stepping around. This was what he wanted to do all the time when he grew up! |
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