Warhorse
07-20-2013, 04:48 PM
| Obsidian |
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Obsidian gave a long snort as another blade of grass gave a nostril a tickle. Just after the snort, she caught a rustle, and then a soft whimper. Her head lifted, ears pricked, blue eyes looking around through the curtain of thick forelock for the pup who?d whined. She?d been around all the pups in the pack, thus far, and this whimper didn?t sound familiar? Her eyes lit on a crouching form, and the tips of her ears nearly touched as she stared at the wolf with interest. She?d never seen this male before, but then again, every meeting the wolves there changed, some were constant, like Aislyn and Cormalin and Chrysanthe, and several others, but sometimes there were new members. Maybe he was new. She turned to face him, then dipped her head in a small bow. ?Hello, there. Are you new to Valhalla? My name is Obsidian.? Maybe he?d never seen a horse before, or maybe his last meeting with a horse hadn?t been a good one, and he was terrified of her kind. He certainly looked terrified. Tail flicking, she watched the male. He didn?t smell accepted, to be honest. None of the high ranking wolves scents were on him to show acceptance. A fly landed on her shoulder, and she twitched the skin there, shooing it away. |