Do you know where the wild things go?
07-26-2013, 10:24 PM
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'CAUSE THIS IS A WASTELAND, MY ONLY RETREAT.
"It will be about an hour or two before you can walk well. Days before the weakness completely fades, I would say," he said, his orange gaze resting on her. "I'll stay until you can walk." Figuring he'd might as well make himself comfortable, he lowered himself to his stomach. It would be some time before she could stand comfortably and without help.
An idea popped into his head. Perhaps this female had seen his brother. If he was alive, that is. "You said you were of Amenti, correct? North of here? I'm wondering if you've met my brother - multicolored coat, green eyes, missing a leg?" For a wolf of few words, he was talking up a storm. There were just so many things to ask the fea, and he wouldn't pass up the chance to see if his brother was still alive. The winter had been harsh on wolves with four legs, taking some of them to their graves. He could only hope that Tyberius had been right in striking out on his own, that the cripple had lived through the cold. He's all I've got.
Suddenly, for little reason, he became self-conscious of the deep scars on his face. Being hyper-aware of them always made the scarred skin prickle, a strange, uncomfortable feeling. He lifted one paw, rubbing it against the side of his muzzle. It eased the prickling but not by much.
An idea popped into his head. Perhaps this female had seen his brother. If he was alive, that is. "You said you were of Amenti, correct? North of here? I'm wondering if you've met my brother - multicolored coat, green eyes, missing a leg?" For a wolf of few words, he was talking up a storm. There were just so many things to ask the fea, and he wouldn't pass up the chance to see if his brother was still alive. The winter had been harsh on wolves with four legs, taking some of them to their graves. He could only hope that Tyberius had been right in striking out on his own, that the cripple had lived through the cold. He's all I've got.
Suddenly, for little reason, he became self-conscious of the deep scars on his face. Being hyper-aware of them always made the scarred skin prickle, a strange, uncomfortable feeling. He lifted one paw, rubbing it against the side of his muzzle. It eased the prickling but not by much.
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