Grumple Face

Typhoon was huffing slightly to himself, stomping through the snow despite the fact that he was pacing in a near circle. He wanted to prove to her that he could hunt, but the truth was he sort of couldn't. It wasn't because he didn't want to leave her company at all, nope, and that's what he told himself every time he paced back in her direction. It wasn't that she was the only semi familiare thing in this place (even if it was just from stories), nope, not at all. When she spoke again he was on his "away" part of his circle, his back to her, with his ears pulled back just slightly. Abaven? He heard that name too, what was it again. That pack place? His father had mentioned that Shaye lived in a pack, something Typhoon knew about but didn't understand. Did wolves really gather together and...work together? That was so weird to him. He had lived his life as a loner, as short as that was.

His stomach growling painfully made up his mind quite quickly. Slowly tilting his head towards her, he stared at her with bright yellow eyes before frowning deeply. "Okay..." He said softly, almost defeatedly, as he turned back towards her again. "But not for long! I just, uh...need'ta learn how to hunt and stuff." He nodded to himself, because he needed that excuse. It felt so wrong to him, to be around other wolves besides his father. So with his ears pulled back he moved back towards the woman, waiting for her to direct him to this place and give him something to eat.


"Burn Baby Burn"