I Can't Do It Alone
09-30-2013, 06:15 AM
Dual toned form moved swiftly across the Valhallan grounds, his steps making no sound as he approached the scents of strangers. One in particular was not of Valhalla, and he was determined to find out who it was and chase him off if necessary. He moved quicker, fur brushing lightly against the vegetation that passed him by. Eyes narrowed as he approached, the scents getting stronger, and then the man would leap over a bush and touch down on the other side, a snarl ready to erupt. But then, he just saw the disappearing tail of an unknown, and standing nearby was the defensive and frightened white form of a pack mate he did not know. Slowly he would approach, hackles lowering as he stared in the direction of the now gone stranger. He stopped then just a few feet away, "A friend of yours?" Speech Thought Others |