Momma's Bad Side

Song’s pale blue eyes watched the horizon where the old moose lumbered away from him. He didn’t want to be caught off guard in case she returned. That meant he didn’t pay as much attention to what was behind him. Obvious in the way his alabaster ears pointed towards the river. His breath didn’t return to him, and felt even further from return when the she wolf’s voice alerted him to her presence.

The Destruction jumped visibly, but he couldn’t move much because of the hit he had just taken. He was lucky if he might escape with some bruising, and he didn’t think he was hit hard enough to have to worry about internal bleeding. No, he just had to suffer his hurt pride.

With flushing cheeks the heavy wolf swiveled his thick neck in his pack mate’s direction. He hadn’t gotten to lay eyes on her yet, but she was just as stunning, if not more than the rest of Ignatius’ pack. She looked like a delicate ice sculpture, and caused Song to be at a loss for words.

Aware of how rude he would come off to be Song was able to recover before crossing the polite threshold. He lowered his haunches to the ground and hung his head between his front legs as he tried to be able to breathe enough to even answer her.

”Dance,” he huffed a bit as he pulled his head upright to gaze upon his unexpected company once more. ”Actually. With..-huff- ..a moose.” Unable to remain in that position his head fell to his shoulders as he took in a few more deep breaths. ”Not the best partner. Do not recommend.” He tried to laugh at himself, but only got a couple pitiful wheezes before he had to struggle for breath again.