New Beginnings [Sirius]

The other seemed to consider something as Dove waited for him to speak. The wind coiled through the trees, the white noise to his thoughts. West, South, or North? he considered as he contemplated where to go next. He opened his mouth, perhaps to question what the closest unclaimed territory was, when he noticed the gleam in the other wolf's eyes as he stalked forward, briefly paying attention to something -- someone? -- off to the side of him.

Dove halted the swaying of his tail as his jaws snapped shut, watching as the man stalked forward. A bird of some sort landed upon his back, like an omen with sickness and death on its coattails, and the wolf spoke. His heart skipped uneasily, but Dove met his icy gaze squarely, convinced now, that the grin previous had been more than a reminder of his older brothers. One and the same, it seems, he decided, concluding that whatever beast plagued his brothers and machinated their plots also hung on the shoulders of the man before him. His brow sank low in consternation, but he stood his ground, refusing to back away as he was confronted with what he firmly believed to be an attitude not dissimilar to his siblings.

Never again, he'd decided, clearly stiff and uncomfortable as the man prowled closer. "I suppose," he began, "that would depend on what you would allow." Bitterness crept onto his tongue. To be in the control of another was the be weak, and though he was quiet and unambitious, Dove was not weak, and he was not timid. To have made a misstep so early in his journey chaffed in a way he couldn't describe.

He could turn to leave, but if the man or whomever or whatever he'd glanced at would give chase, then that would be pointless, he surmised. His eyes fell again to the strange creature that perched upon his back. Not to mention that wings travel faster than paws. If he were actually intent on keeping Dove here rather than chasing him out, Dove supposed there was nothing he could do at this very moment. That didn't, however, keep his body from tensing, imperceptibly. His ears were pricked forward, all thoughts of the new land he'd entered gone as he attempted to decide what would happen here.