such small hands
12-12-2013, 02:54 AM
The yearling had been fairly alone for a time in the pack, few others were around his age, which meant few friends and few to explore and grow with. When a familiar scent filled his nose, he reflected on the night where he had snuck from the den that he had shared with his adopted mother, and he had met even it was brief the wolf known as Talon. Turning he moved towards the scent, curiousity prickling at him, he hadn't scented the wolf in a long time, and quickly his stride moved into an excited bound. Coming in sight of the other wolf, he'd slow and speak, "Talon?" The question would be open ended, as uncertainty filled his tones. Orange eye would cast onto the male and he'd feel concern for his pack-mate stir. "Are you okay?" He would ask quietly, and then wonder if the other would even recall meeting him as a younger pup. Speech, |
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