Stand up And Live
[Lolaf n Daisy]
08-17-2019, 03:09 PM
Fall. It was rather strange, this fall. The wolf hadn't seen, well, more so FELT, a fall get so cold so quickly. Usually the Onset of fall was pleasant. But there had already been a day or two where he thought if it got much colder, it might snow again. It was puzzling, perplexing, and Rude. Spring and Fall were the Wolf's favorite two seasons. They were comfortable, not too hot nor too cold to live and frolic about in reckless abandon. This part of the land didn't feel so bad though. Felt warm. Also curious. The brown furred, yellow eyed wolf made it's way at a light trot, a rather large salmon clutched between his jaws from the fishing he'd done earlier on his way here.
He could have sworn earlier that he'd caught wind of a pack scent during his splashing about that had given him a moment of pause too. Probably a scout, there was a pack on either side of him. He knew he needed to be careful of the as this wasn't his homeland. All the best intentions in the world meant nothing to them. At least that was the assumption he would operate off of until he had a chance to learn more about them. This place was still an alien world, and he wanted to inhabit it and make friends, so for now, Caution was the side on which he would air regarding the packs.
It was a gorgeous place, to be sure. One could be swayed by it's beauty, so he understood why wolves would choose to carve out their lives here. But he also wondered if it was plagued by some of the coexistence issues he was familiar with from his homeland. Well... Land of Origin. This was his homeland now, he thought as he pushed through the brush and was pulled out of his stray running thoughts to behold one of the strange half circled scale shaped pools of water, steam rolling up from it in the cool air invitingly. A Hot Spring! Padding up curiously, he looked down into it. He'd heard of them, and had always been told not to drink from them, but otherwise they were MOSTLY harmless. Setting his fish down, it was too big so he was hoping to happen along someone worth sharing it with, and peer down into the water with a perfectly calm, quizzical expression.
Suddenly, without warning, the wolf sprang up with his front legs, tucking them to his chest as his paws hug out in that somewhat adorable way, as he lowered himself onto his haunches, and jumped, diving head first into the pool's central, deepest part. It took him a moment to touch the bottom with one of his front paws, before paddling his way up closer to the bank where he could stand, breaching the water with that calmly curious expression still mounted on his face, rising up on his feet as the water came half way up his legs. He looked around briefly as held a mouthful of the strange, bitter tasting water in his maw, the steam now rising up from off of him as the warmth soaked through his fur and down into his flesh. It felt very nice for sure. Then after a moment of memorizing this taste, he smoothly lowered his head, ears perked up and eyes looking off into the woods quizically, and opened his maw, letting it run out before licking his lips. Surely he'd happen upon company soon.
He could have sworn earlier that he'd caught wind of a pack scent during his splashing about that had given him a moment of pause too. Probably a scout, there was a pack on either side of him. He knew he needed to be careful of the as this wasn't his homeland. All the best intentions in the world meant nothing to them. At least that was the assumption he would operate off of until he had a chance to learn more about them. This place was still an alien world, and he wanted to inhabit it and make friends, so for now, Caution was the side on which he would air regarding the packs.
It was a gorgeous place, to be sure. One could be swayed by it's beauty, so he understood why wolves would choose to carve out their lives here. But he also wondered if it was plagued by some of the coexistence issues he was familiar with from his homeland. Well... Land of Origin. This was his homeland now, he thought as he pushed through the brush and was pulled out of his stray running thoughts to behold one of the strange half circled scale shaped pools of water, steam rolling up from it in the cool air invitingly. A Hot Spring! Padding up curiously, he looked down into it. He'd heard of them, and had always been told not to drink from them, but otherwise they were MOSTLY harmless. Setting his fish down, it was too big so he was hoping to happen along someone worth sharing it with, and peer down into the water with a perfectly calm, quizzical expression.
Suddenly, without warning, the wolf sprang up with his front legs, tucking them to his chest as his paws hug out in that somewhat adorable way, as he lowered himself onto his haunches, and jumped, diving head first into the pool's central, deepest part. It took him a moment to touch the bottom with one of his front paws, before paddling his way up closer to the bank where he could stand, breaching the water with that calmly curious expression still mounted on his face, rising up on his feet as the water came half way up his legs. He looked around briefly as held a mouthful of the strange, bitter tasting water in his maw, the steam now rising up from off of him as the warmth soaked through his fur and down into his flesh. It felt very nice for sure. Then after a moment of memorizing this taste, he smoothly lowered his head, ears perked up and eyes looking off into the woods quizically, and opened his maw, letting it run out before licking his lips. Surely he'd happen upon company soon.