Stone Soup
07-07-2020, 10:22 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-07-2020, 10:25 AM by Askan.)
Askan once again found himself up north, having decided that the east didn't suit him at all. There were too many packs all smushed together, up close and personal, and the climate as pleasant as it was just didn't sit right with him. He was a tough and sturdy thing, built for breathing mountain air and enduring harsh climates, if he settled anywhere he was worried that it'd make him soft, weak. Maybe he was making excuses, maybe he just didn't want to stray too far into the unknown but as far as he was concerned this was the right choice to make.
But what then? Was he to just continue wandering around aimlessly in the snow? It wasn't quite as deep as it had been when he'd last roamed the north, barely reaching his ankles, but it still slowed him down a little as he trudged along, his brows furrowed in thought. He'd never been a very stealthy wolf, always stomping along with his wide, heavy paws. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice the wall looming in the distance, or the group of deer who spooked at the sight of him. His ears flicked to attention as he looked over, watching them flash their white butts as they retreated out of sight. The Selwyn thought nothing of it at first, after all he hadn't been the one hunting them, but when he actually took a moment to pay attention to his surroundings his lips turned down in an obvious frown.
He wasn't alone. Just a little ways away there was a wolf, hunkered down low, clearly on the hunt. Or at least they had been. Whoops.
"Oh...My bad."
Askan actually felt a little guilty, that he'd really gone and stepped on the stranger's toes. Usually he'd try to twist logic so the fault wasn't his own, but this was a pretty clear cut case, to the point where even the stubborn Selwyn had to put his paws up and accept the blame. It was only then he took a moment to take in the sight of the stranger, a scarred pack wolf who was much larger and heavier than himself. His coat was pale with the exception of his extremities, which looked as though they'd been rubbed with coal dust, giving them a faded sooty sort of look.
"I wasn't paying attention...and yeah." He flicked his tail, gesturing to the spot where the deer had been before they'd hightailed it outta here.