FINDING A FRIEND IN A NOT SO FRIENDLY PLACE
01-12-2014, 05:25 PM
The boy was definitely growing up, now that he was two seasons old, around six months. His coat was becoming more and more beautiful, the blue hue covering his back a nice color to add to the brown, then the white underside. His emerald eyes keeping that together, and now he looked like a full grown adult even though obvious by experience and scent that he was a youth. Small fluffy fur sticking out from the winter coat being grown in, and such this from being in the north he was fit out to be a prince. Though he wasn't entirely sure how, with all the things he didn't understand and why his father rarely payed attention to him. While Vereux did know it was because his father was busy, sometimes he only wished different family wouldn't look at him so funny. Maybe he should have never cursed, he stopped, but he still got those laughs from others, part of him only wanted to shy away, the other wanted to tear them up. Though much to his dismay he had caught his paw under a slab of rock. The space between it had hooked his paw while he had been trying to catch a mouse. And he was trying to keep quiet about his failure tugging on the paw. In which a large scar wrapped around the leg, from when an attacker got him when he was younger at the borders. Flailing about was doing nothing though, when he saw another wolf, one that was only a little bit smaller than him, since his height wasn't entirely full yet, he began to flail faster. Only to let a yelp escape his own jaws and flop his chest down on the shining minerals. What a great way to show wolves he was a prince right? Yeah right. Speech, |