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Along the Western Wall



Amos

Loner
Legionary

age
3 Years
gender
Male
gems
0
size
Large
build
Heavy
posts
135
player
Monster
01-11-2018, 01:30 AM





Okay, so like, he didn't actually make it to the north to see the other wall. It was definately his only personal goal he had going for him at the moment, yet he'd managed to get distracted finally meeting new faces and just ended up back in the west hanging around, doing nothing. Right now he was lounging in the grass some distance from where he met Aurielle. He thought about visiting her again a few times but was kind of busy napping in the light of the spring morning. He'd missed these nice, warm days so much. Not like he was tired though, he'd returned to this area a while ago and not done much other than hunt some small game. Sighing contentedly, curled up in the most awkward position possible with gangly limbs all over the place and a paw over one eye, he could almost fall back asleep...

But then, he heard someone calling... For him? Amos sat up, untangling his legs and looking a bit disoriented and bewildered for a bit. Who'd be calling for him? He wasn't exactly someone who was used to being summoned by anybody, especially now that he was on his own. His curiosity was piqued though, so the dark male stretched, yawned, blinked the sleep from his eyes, and took off to answer the call with long bouncing strides.

Coming up to the wall with his typical jaunty trot, Amos cocked his head to the side a moment before settling himself near the wall and calling up to the... red wolf. "Ya' called?" he asked with a wide, easy grin and a few taps of his tail on the ground. "If I had ta' guess, I'd say you're... Aurielle's father. Tell me I'm right!" He boy beamed, cheeky smile continuing to pull at his lips. She did say her dad was red right? He doubted there was more than one red wolf in there, after all. His mismatched spring green and spark orange eyes danced with excitement, all the way to their golden centers that often went unnoticed.

Remembering his manners, Amos said quickly, "I imagine your daughter mentioned me if you're callin' fer me. It's nice to meet you, sir." then, quirking a brow, he just had to ask, "I am curious though, is there a particular reason you've called me here?"


Walk. "Speak!" "Think."

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