Wooden Giants

The young wolf made known that he was satisfied with the answers given to him. Rannoch lowered his head slightly in a nod, offering knowledge instead of running was quite refreshing. However he could not change who or what he was. As a deer there was always an air of flightiness to his mannerisms. Those instincts were how he survived for so long. For there was never an end to an egotistical wolf or pack who wouldn’t want to display a head of antlers such as his in a boast of achievement.

"Yes, you can really feel a connection to the past while in their presence.” He returned in a similarly quiet fashion. The forest seemed to command an almost solemn attitude. Rannoch watched as the wolf tried to relieve the tension in the air. He truly seemed like a humble spirit as he rolled onto the pine needle earth. Exposing his stomach and making himself vulnerable.

Rannoch’s huge ears lifted curiously, but he felt a kindredship with the youngling. So, in a sight rarely seen by predator, the mighty deer lowered himself to his knees and then to his belly before he rolled his own huge girth over onto his back. Scratching an itch as he rolled in exchange. Finally he rolled back onto his belly and with a huge heave lifted himself back onto cloven hooves as he took the opportunity to shake out his sleek coat. Surprisingly he felt a smile tug at the corners of his lips as he looked back towards the wolf. "Do you desire a challenge, young one?" He asked, feeling oddly spry after the roll.

"Rannoch"