Concerning Mint and Druids
07-31-2013, 10:33 AM
CROSS MY HEART AND HOPE TO FLY ~*~ Cross had indeed smelled something. Wolf. Rogue. Male. Adult too by the scent of it. Cross had been well trained, and he was larger and more conditioned that than boy his age had any right to be. But he was still a boy and he'd seen some of the big tough evil sons of she-wolves that lurked in the corners of Alacritis. He knew he was no match for some of them. When the stranger came into view, Cross felt a growl thickening in his throat. The black hairs along his spine tingled and rose. The thick fur and thicker muscles that were his inheritance on both sides, were presented in formidable form against the light of lake and sky. He didn't trust strangers. He didn't like strangers. Espically white ones. But there were no signs of agression, or even masked hostility in this newcomers face. "-take it easy,Cross-" On hearing Orica's words he reined himself back a bit. He was not about to let down his guard, but at he wasn't about to start a fight either. Not today. Sending a warning glance in the direction of his cousin, he laid down on a moss covered stone that poked itself out of the clover. Sphinx-like and watching, he waited there, the good guard dog on hold to attack at the drop of a hate. I WILL LIVE TO SEE YOU DIE |