such small hands
12-12-2013, 05:39 AM
Though he knew he ought to expect the presence of other wolves nearby, he found himself startled at the arrival of the other male. The scent of a familiar wolf would surround him like a thick fog, enveloping him -- his instinct was to run and hide, but slowly he began to remember who the scent belonged to. Seth. A boy he had met once, when he was very much a child still. Slowly his body would turn, his movements strange as he hopped to face the male. Talon had changed significantly since he'd left Seracia; he'd grown much more serious and detached than he ever thought was possible. And yet Seth's presence elicited a small smile from the male, as his tail began to wag slowly where it lay behind him at his hocks.
The sun was high in the sky, signifying that the day was half over at best -- though the sun was shining, the air was bitterly cold and the snow still refused to melt. "Seth, right?" the three-legged boy inquired softly, head tilting to the side. "I'm fine. Need to go hunting." It was not an easy feat, but he'd rather not depend on the charity of others; it didn't seem most Glaciem wolves were capable of being so selfless, anyway. Instead, he would subsist on small game that he was lucky enough to catch himself. |
Current time: 11-22-2024, 01:13 PM
Powered By MyBB, © 2002-2024 MyBB Group.
