Chicken, Chicken, Chicken
07-06-2013, 05:53 AM
Yang was wandering, and thinking. He had so much responsibility. With Yang, and trying to find a new pack, just surviving generally. He needed to unwind, hunt, maybe have a swim. Although there was little chance of a swim where he found himself now. A barren dustland, with barely a live lizard upon it. He was sitting atop a mound, facing the harsh wind when he caught a scent. It was of blood, and meat. It smelled fresh, and a wolf was there aswell. Maybe there were more. Yang stood up and leaped of the mound and trotted towards the scent. After a short while, the wolf came into sight. She was a pretty creature with unusual red eyes and a blue name of fur. His heart skipped a beat when he hated eyes on her which caused him to stop in his tracks. She looked almost, troubled, he thought. Yang continued forward, stopping a few wolf-lengths away. He sat and waited, sayingHello. My name is Yang, what might yours be? Speech, |