oedipus
12-10-2013, 05:45 PM
Presently, another wolf came out of the darkness. Ganelon eyed him up carefully. Bigger than he was, looked pretty smug, to be honest. Brown and red fur, blue eyes, scarred but something about him didn't give Ganelon the feeling that he was much of a soldier. Not too many forced marches for this one. Pretty enough, though. He kept his back to the wall and his eyes half on the shadows behind the other male. The guy had an air about him that made Ganelon think someone else was hanging out not too far away, and the scarred wolf was tired and cold and hungry. Not in the mood to fight. Not at all.
Must be the alpha around here. Ganelon afforded him the respect that he'd expect if someone had walked into his place. So he didn't make any threats, but he wasn't really the type to suck up, either. He stood normal, head and eyes and personality as neutral as possible, and waited to see if the other wolf would talk. Or maybe he was expected to say something. Ganelon thought about it for a second.
Couldn't think of anything to say. Decided to keep quiet. Talking wasn't his strong point anyway, and it wasn't like he was going to start defending himself like some kind of terrified kid. The guy might be upset by that. A bunch of people he'd met lately didn't seem happy with the fact that he chose not to talk all the time, but there it was. He supposed he'd have to get used to it.
He shot the bigger male a curious look suddenly. If he was in charge of a pack, maybe he'd be interested in hiring a soldier on for the winter. Or the year, whichever. Ganelon needed a warm place to sleep and he assumed someone as arrogant-looking as this guy probably had some enemies. Maybe he was looking for a person to kill them. Or keep an eye on them. The scarred wolf cleared his throat in preperation to say something and settled on introducing himself.
"Ganelon Maokas," he said, in a tone of voice that he hoped made it clear that he was saying his name and not just some words. Voice inflections were difficult and he knew his accent was atrocious, but it would have to do. He paused to see if the younger (visibly younger) male had anything to say before he took another stab at conversation.
Must be the alpha around here. Ganelon afforded him the respect that he'd expect if someone had walked into his place. So he didn't make any threats, but he wasn't really the type to suck up, either. He stood normal, head and eyes and personality as neutral as possible, and waited to see if the other wolf would talk. Or maybe he was expected to say something. Ganelon thought about it for a second.
Couldn't think of anything to say. Decided to keep quiet. Talking wasn't his strong point anyway, and it wasn't like he was going to start defending himself like some kind of terrified kid. The guy might be upset by that. A bunch of people he'd met lately didn't seem happy with the fact that he chose not to talk all the time, but there it was. He supposed he'd have to get used to it.
He shot the bigger male a curious look suddenly. If he was in charge of a pack, maybe he'd be interested in hiring a soldier on for the winter. Or the year, whichever. Ganelon needed a warm place to sleep and he assumed someone as arrogant-looking as this guy probably had some enemies. Maybe he was looking for a person to kill them. Or keep an eye on them. The scarred wolf cleared his throat in preperation to say something and settled on introducing himself.
"Ganelon Maokas," he said, in a tone of voice that he hoped made it clear that he was saying his name and not just some words. Voice inflections were difficult and he knew his accent was atrocious, but it would have to do. He paused to see if the younger (visibly younger) male had anything to say before he took another stab at conversation.