Mists of Gold (meeting)
08-19-2018, 02:37 PM
Ever a happy child, Geoffrey hummed cheerfully as he followed his mother to the meeting place. He was trying his best to follow her pawsteps, but it was proving difficult. Her stride was much longer than his so he had to jump from print to print. Every once in a while there would be some obstacle, some rock or stick that would complicate his jump, and he'd pause in his humming to think his next move over.
It was over one such pause that they seemed to arrive. His mother's voice pulled his attention away from the stick that blocked his path and he lifted his head to gaze up at her with wide, innocent eyes. Him, misbehave? Never.
That was a lie. He'd gotten in trouble (and watched his siblings get in trouble) enough times to know about when he could get away with stuff and when he could not, and this meeting thing seemed like serious business. It seemed like a 'could not' situation. He'd be on his best behavior.
While he welcomed Viv's closeness as the group took their seats, the boy shared none of his sister's misgivings. Or his brother's for that matter. In all honesty he was excited to meet the rest of the pack. They may not have been family, but he was more or less stuck with them and it made sense to make friends instead of enemies. He'd even brought his favor bone along to share. The deer femur had long since been picked clean, but it was still tasty and the knobs on either end made it good for tug o' war. Maybe when the meeting was over he'd see if he could get one of his new friends (and yes, he envisioned many) to play with him.
It was over one such pause that they seemed to arrive. His mother's voice pulled his attention away from the stick that blocked his path and he lifted his head to gaze up at her with wide, innocent eyes. Him, misbehave? Never.
That was a lie. He'd gotten in trouble (and watched his siblings get in trouble) enough times to know about when he could get away with stuff and when he could not, and this meeting thing seemed like serious business. It seemed like a 'could not' situation. He'd be on his best behavior.
While he welcomed Viv's closeness as the group took their seats, the boy shared none of his sister's misgivings. Or his brother's for that matter. In all honesty he was excited to meet the rest of the pack. They may not have been family, but he was more or less stuck with them and it made sense to make friends instead of enemies. He'd even brought his favor bone along to share. The deer femur had long since been picked clean, but it was still tasty and the knobs on either end made it good for tug o' war. Maybe when the meeting was over he'd see if he could get one of his new friends (and yes, he envisioned many) to play with him.
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