There are thoughts in every little stone
09-17-2013, 03:37 PM
After being accepted into his new home, Crucible knew it would be best if he accustomed himself to the surroundings. It was interesting to see all of the human remnants still standing in the place. He wondered why they had come up with the designs they did. It seemed to detract from the beauty of the land in the places that they stood. Surely they could have build their dens underground like his kind does? Well whatever their thinking was, it was wrong for they were dead and gone and the wolves are still here.
Peeking into a smaller shelter, Crucible came face to face with only other pack member he had seen after meeting with his king. "Why hello," His voice was still higher than the average grown wolf, but it would change to a low timbre by the end of this year. "I new to this land and would like to introduce myself. My name is Crucible." His yellow eyes stared at her with what he thought was a pleasant and welcoming look, though he often had a facial expression that was much more serious than he thought it was.
Peeking into a smaller shelter, Crucible came face to face with only other pack member he had seen after meeting with his king. "Why hello," His voice was still higher than the average grown wolf, but it would change to a low timbre by the end of this year. "I new to this land and would like to introduce myself. My name is Crucible." His yellow eyes stared at her with what he thought was a pleasant and welcoming look, though he often had a facial expression that was much more serious than he thought it was.