Relearning the Familiar
01-13-2014, 07:12 PM
She wasn't alone. For the first time in some time, the knowledge didn't stir fear in the white wolf. She immediately went on the alert at the sound of movement in the trees to the side, ears and nose quivering as she sought the source of the movement, but there was no fear, only an upwelling of the protective instinct that had always characterized her time on border patrol. Perhaps she wasn't so bad off after all. She cast an evaluating eye on the young wolf who emerged from the underbrush to match her pace. He was the young male who had joined the pack at the same time as her and young Gossamer. Young, but intelligent it seemed, to have seen right away the very thing that had been bothering her. A very lovely day, she agreed, switching her gaze from the male back to the terrain around them. And a very perceptive young man. Her low voice held a hint of respect for the young man amidst the gravelly rumble. A pack is nothing if it is not also a family. A very diverse family, she amended after a moment with a chuckle, glancing between her own heavy, square white body and his brown and gray speckled form. And I have had more than my fill of being a rogue. Speech, |