Baby baby sittin not sure?
Mac
11-28-2021, 03:17 PM
Erathius would be correct about the pups being ever curious to explore. Mac wasted no time hauling himself out of the comfort of the whelping den and into the world. He wanted to explore every inch of it, and know every corner, every stretch of land, hell, every last rock if he needed to. He wasn't about to lay around and hang around his mother all day, as much as he adored her. Mothers were meant to be adored, he knew that -- but they also weren't meant to coddle. Mac enjoyed his newfound freedom and would use it to his advantage.
He'd been scaling the base of the mountains, his small-ish but decently muscled frame, even at his young age, was powerful enough to permit him to leap and sprint with relative ease. When he did so, he lost the puppy toddling and almost appeared to be a small adult, charging through the rocky terrain with courage and bravery as large as the moon that lingered in the dark sky. He was having a blast, needless to say, and he only though of how to maneuver about the ground ahead of him until he saw the figure of a wolf watching him. Skidding to a stop, the speckled child stood and looked at the unfamiliar male, trying to get a read on him, but with not a single trace of fear or alarm etched on his soft features. The guy smelled like the pack, so that was good -- he wasn't a trespasser. Still, he was a stranger nonetheless. He didn't recall him as family, but then again, Kleins were all over the place -- maybe this guy was an uncle twice removed or whatever.
"Who are you?" Mac asked him, padding a bit closer but maintaining a reasonable distance. Not too close, but just far enough to maintain an audible conversation. Grey eyes scanned the larger adult's form, and then at the crooked tail that looked as if it was trying not to wag ever so slightly. Not even bothering to introduce himself first -- children were so nosy, and Mac wasn't one to display the best of manners-- he pointed a forepaw towards the male's appendage. "Why's your tail crooked? did you get into a fight?" He asked him, eyes glinting in curiosity. With a pause, he sighed, figuring he should attempt to be polite to his elders, and said, "Oh I'm Macabre by the way. Call me Mac. Recluse is my mom. She's super important." At his young age, rank names didn't mean much -- just what he needed to know. And that was that his mother held a high position.
He'd been scaling the base of the mountains, his small-ish but decently muscled frame, even at his young age, was powerful enough to permit him to leap and sprint with relative ease. When he did so, he lost the puppy toddling and almost appeared to be a small adult, charging through the rocky terrain with courage and bravery as large as the moon that lingered in the dark sky. He was having a blast, needless to say, and he only though of how to maneuver about the ground ahead of him until he saw the figure of a wolf watching him. Skidding to a stop, the speckled child stood and looked at the unfamiliar male, trying to get a read on him, but with not a single trace of fear or alarm etched on his soft features. The guy smelled like the pack, so that was good -- he wasn't a trespasser. Still, he was a stranger nonetheless. He didn't recall him as family, but then again, Kleins were all over the place -- maybe this guy was an uncle twice removed or whatever.
"Who are you?" Mac asked him, padding a bit closer but maintaining a reasonable distance. Not too close, but just far enough to maintain an audible conversation. Grey eyes scanned the larger adult's form, and then at the crooked tail that looked as if it was trying not to wag ever so slightly. Not even bothering to introduce himself first -- children were so nosy, and Mac wasn't one to display the best of manners-- he pointed a forepaw towards the male's appendage. "Why's your tail crooked? did you get into a fight?" He asked him, eyes glinting in curiosity. With a pause, he sighed, figuring he should attempt to be polite to his elders, and said, "Oh I'm Macabre by the way. Call me Mac. Recluse is my mom. She's super important." At his young age, rank names didn't mean much -- just what he needed to know. And that was that his mother held a high position.
i’m evil to the core!—
what i shouldn’t do i will
they say i’m emotional—
what i want to save i’ll kill