Brotherhood

N/A · 01-29-2014, 02:36 PM

His eyes would launch a glare of distress, he'd just picked up a scent, and it was one of his own kind. He stood his ground, cautious, he had realized that this one wasn't following him like the other, but Lucas was, in reality, was the one entering the turf. The other wolf would surely react the same way, not only because a stranger is approaching, but also because that stranger is a trespasser. He couldn't blame whoever awaited ahead, but he shall not let his guard down. This world contains a handful of surprises, and he's seen enough for a lifetime.

With his tail raised, fur upright, sight steady, he proceeded, cautious and prepared. His steps were slow, yet purposeful, his eyes were cunning but welcoming, he was strict but with heart. His toes would caress the sand, and his nose would embrace the ocean's majestic smell. He loved where he stood, but he needed to move, he has not slept for three consecutive days; as much as he wished he could rest, there was hardly any time. He needed to move his arse and find something to make up for the lost meal of last week. But his thoughts all collapsed onto the bottom of his mind as soon as he caught a presence from the corner of his vision.

He approached, heart pounding at his chest. He was dealing with an older wolf here, and that certainly was a disadvantage out of many.

"..bring it,"

"Speech,"

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