Charmed, I'm Sure
10-01-2013, 01:15 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-01-2013, 02:38 PM by Talon I.)
Even without Sendoa standing to her full height, Talon remained ever-so-slightly crouched, tail tucked tightly against his belly. He had been the runt of his litter, and it appeared he had never quite grown out of that. Although he was nearly a year and a half old, his size was very much of a child still. Slowly he turned to face her a bit better, not wanting to seem disrespectful for not looking her in the eye. His movements were jumpy as he hopped to the side, and he looked rather pathetic standing there with his ears flattened against his skull -- albeit adorably so, to some. As fierce and scary as Isardis was, he expected nothing less from the other high-ranked wolves here. And his judgement was proving to be spot on so far. But she greeted him, and while he remained largely hesitant, his expression brightened tenfold ... to a gentle smile, playing at the corners of his lips. "I'm Talon," he offered gently. He had no family name, but he was mostly glad for this -- it was painful to remember the wolves that no longer wanted him. "I came here with Euphrosyne. I-if you've met her." |
