Who Are You

Striker frowned slightly it was strange for a wolf to not want to be with their pack, their family. He wondered why but he didn't ask, he knew what it was like to want to get away at least for a while. He smiled, a cuffing laugh falling from his mouth as he watched the girl wagging with a quick nod and a glance around he caught his bearings he leaping up onto a near by wall low to the ground but thick enough to bear his weight there was now a gap between him and the little girl and he grinned remembering a game he had loved as a pup, in fact some of his best times had been spent playing it on the boulders and logs around the pack den it did not rely on voices just on agility and balance which he had in spades so whilst they played no one bothered trying to 'teach him' to talk.

?the ground is made of larva,? he rasped quickly jumping to a new stone, it crumbled a bit and he lost his footing but quickly regained it his tail sticking out to balance him as best as he could, he could do this he thought jumping to a new stone and landing daintily , he could easily learn to like playing again, he had been alone for what felt like months it was good to finally see some one who would accept him and not probe or dismiss him.

He kept himself fairly close to the pup wanting to be in range to catch her should she fall, but he wasn't really worried. He wondered what they would look like to another wolf a pup and an adult leaping around atop the stones, then he shrugged it hardly mattered did it he was having fun he just hoped the little dame was. It was only then that he realised he didn't know her name, ?lass,? he called having temporarily lost sight of her, ?what?s your name, I?m san... striker, my names striker,? his voice had sounded clearer for a minute but then it returned to its former croak. What had come over him he had not called him self sandy for almost a year why was he stuffing up now, he had chosen his new name because he had no wish to be known by that childish name any more, so why now. He sobered slightly as he waited for the girls reply standing still on top of his stone, he had climbed quiet high as they played, though still near enough the ground that if he wanted he could leap down off his perch.