Morning romp amongst the grass
07-03-2013, 09:41 PM
Man...what a few days it had been...first few days in this stupid landscape, and he had been met with a trio of wolves who decided they didn't want him around. Especially the siblings Pontifex and Loccian...she was pretty...her grey eyes reflecting her hidden feelings. But even after he had tried to apologize for his brash actions against her brother, she wouldn't accept any sort of apology. He flattened his ears at the thought, That punk deserved it! Meddling into my business...that jerk deserved what he got! If I'd gotten the chance, I would've ripped an ear off if his sister hadn't gotten in the way...He sighed, then again...it had partly been his fault. Squall was...unsociable. He had been abandoned, left behind by his parents and his relatives. Nobody wanted him, and the one person he had grown close to disappeared.
Squall's head rose, ears perked forward. A scent had crossed his path, and it was another unfamiliar smell. He hoped it wasn't any of the ones he had run in to already...not that he was scared of Loccian, much less Pontifex. He rolled his eyes at the thought of them and pushed them out of his head. They couldn't keep him from joining their pack anyway. Stopping to try and pinpoint where the scent was coming from. Icy blue eyes searched the fields ahead of him...who was it that was nearby? Stalking forward, he skirted some bushes to avoid making any noise. His black paws swept silently across the ground, though he couldn't really hide if he wanted since his tri-colored pelt would be noticeable through the thinning rods of plant matter.
He had soon came upon a stronger point of the scent he had been following. A she-wolf lying in the grass...a chocolate brown creature. His eyes locked onto her grounded form, what was she doing out here? Ears flatten midway to his head. If she decided to be hostile towards him, he would probably just bite with words. He didn't like fighting females without just cause. He decided he'd make himself known, perhaps that way she'd know someone else was out here as well. He sped up his pace, leaves crunching under his claws now. Then, came to a stop a yard behind her, head sticking through the wall of grass, body hidden within.
"Who are you?" He questioned in his monotone low voice. Icy gaze fixated on her.
Speech, Thought, You
Squall's head rose, ears perked forward. A scent had crossed his path, and it was another unfamiliar smell. He hoped it wasn't any of the ones he had run in to already...not that he was scared of Loccian, much less Pontifex. He rolled his eyes at the thought of them and pushed them out of his head. They couldn't keep him from joining their pack anyway. Stopping to try and pinpoint where the scent was coming from. Icy blue eyes searched the fields ahead of him...who was it that was nearby? Stalking forward, he skirted some bushes to avoid making any noise. His black paws swept silently across the ground, though he couldn't really hide if he wanted since his tri-colored pelt would be noticeable through the thinning rods of plant matter.
He had soon came upon a stronger point of the scent he had been following. A she-wolf lying in the grass...a chocolate brown creature. His eyes locked onto her grounded form, what was she doing out here? Ears flatten midway to his head. If she decided to be hostile towards him, he would probably just bite with words. He didn't like fighting females without just cause. He decided he'd make himself known, perhaps that way she'd know someone else was out here as well. He sped up his pace, leaves crunching under his claws now. Then, came to a stop a yard behind her, head sticking through the wall of grass, body hidden within.
"Who are you?" He questioned in his monotone low voice. Icy gaze fixated on her.
Speech, Thought, You