ONE for the money

N/A · 03-07-2013, 09:30 PM

Rusty ears turned toward the source of the sound, recognizing it at once. His father's voice rang out like a beacon across the land, leaving no one to guess who had sounded. The days had flown by since their adoption, and Maverick was growing stronger - and larger - every day. His siblings were as well. The boy was still a troublemaker, and still as stubborn and bull-headed as ever, but Maverick was growing up as well. He'd calmed down significantly, no longer twitching or writing every five seconds. He'd also filled out into a handsome young lad whose paws were not extraordinarily large anymore. He had not been far away when his father had called, so only minutes after the call rang out, the Noble was reporting. Father, Voice still carried a higher pitch than an adult wolf's would, and his step was perhaps more bouncy and urgent than one of a seasoned adult. The pup drawl he'd once had was slowly disappearing, and was almost nonexistent now. What's this? It had only been a few months ago he'd bounded into the founding of Seracia, asking if it was a party. Some fool part of him wanted to ask the same question now, but he refrained. Gerhardt was beaming, though, so perhaps it would be safe to jest just a little. A party? He smirked, brow raising in jest, while white fangs gleamed in the sunlight. He rocked to his haunches and curled his tail around his hips to the right of his father, but a yard or two away. Adette would no doubt take a seat beside him, and he wasn't about to get in his fireball mother's way.

Speech,

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