fall ferocity

Tail wiggling a million miles behind him, Ru followed his look alike through the sun-bleached grass. They were growing to be tall, tall, tall wolves. Already bigger than their siblings, the two of them seemed likely to be the height of Abaven. If not the center of all trouble in it, too.

Chasing what few leaves they could find, they made their way to the plains, keeping far from the river. It was better that way, Ru got distracted easily by shiny things. Out of sight, out of mind, right? If he didn’t see anything in the river, he wouldn’t get it in his head to chase it.

Ru obligingly put his nose to the ground and took a big whiss as his brother's question. Pheeewy Ku, what did you eat for breakfast?” he asked, nudging his brother with a shoulder. He knew the scent wasn’t coming from his littermate, but it was in his nature to tease.

Ku was off again a moment later, and he followed his brother to the source of the smell. He was already contemplating fun things - like leaving the creature in Ruin’s bed for their sister to smell. Or perhaps hiding it where their puppa might trip over it.

Grinning, he ducked his head down and looked into the burrow, the funky scent was stronger here, and a growl chased its way back to them. cool Ku breathed, excitement vibrating in his tones. Maybe they could try and tame this beast. He could prance back to the pack with… whatever it was on his shoulders, and teach it to spray any of his siblings when ever they annoyed it. Except not Ku, of course. Ku was his hero. “What do you think it is?” he asked, taking a step into the den. Foolishly fearless, especially with his brother at his side.

Wc: 697