Broken Pride
02-08-2019, 07:07 AM
“speech” & thoughts
Dante ambled lazily along his path. His maw gaped slightly, satin tongue eased out from its ivory cage. The rogue had journeyed to that area in hopes of finding prey. After several days of surveying he was finally able to latch onto a herd and cautiously track them. However, he soon discovered that he was not alone. He never saw the other wolf, but he’d stumbled upon its scent more times than once during his trek. It was probably for the better anyways that they’d never crossed paths. Andante was not sure how that may have turned out and he wasn’t in the mood to be defensive. The faint scent of blood , metallic and enticing, seeped into his nostrils. His head perked up in interest, a sly smile on his mug. Well, it certainly seemed like somebody was able to get a kill in. If that were true then it meant that the herd was nearby. Andante heaved his massive frame atop a heavy log before crossing over it. Creamy mitts would sink into the ground as he landed with a thud. He let out a small hum of contentment before easing into a traipse towards his goal. He’d just broken through the barrier of the trees, reaching the shore, when he spotted the other male heading straight towards his way. Dante swiftly halted in his stride and didn’t advance further. The other wolf was still about an acre away and Andante could make out his striking colors, but that was it. He kept his distance before sidling up along the tree line and creeping in closer. His frame was tense, his expression stoic. He kept his gaze fixed on the stranger. That was when the scent of fresh blood hit him! He could smell it way before he spotted it. Is he wounded? He queried silently. Brows would furrow in deep thought before he suddenly barked out in concern to the male. |