denial number four
07-12-2013, 01:02 PM
Nostrils flared and Angeal stirred slightly as the scent of another wolf reached him. It was an unfamiliar scent, though it carried the scents of a pack. Hmm. Ears twitching, Angeal made a split-second decision and padded in the direction of the other, coming to a stop only when his blue eyes came to rest upon a pup. The youngster looked far too little to be wandering on his own like he was. Angeal frowned slightly as he examined the pup, head tilting slightly as his gaze searched the general vicinity for any signs of a parent or a wolf looking after this figure. But it seemed that they were alone. "This probably isn't the safest place for pups to be wandering." Angeal observed at last, his voice soft as he hoped not to startle the pup. With that, the black male settled back carefully on his haunches, wrapping his tail around his paws without a care in the world. The pup was not particularly threatening, Angeal was sure. The only threat might come from a parent of this youngster, but hopefully if any parents saw him seated like this, they would not assume him to be as much of a threat as they might have. It had been a long time since Angeal had seen any pups. He could still remember when he had helped train them, pushing pups along the same path that they had travelled. One of his own had gone on to be a prodigy, to practically take his place as one of the best warriors that his pack had had. But he still adored pups, even if he could never trust himself with a litter of them. They were so malleable, however, so easily pushed along a path of darkness. Speech |