build me up buttercup
02-06-2014, 04:42 PM
They had missed him. It was a small victory in a lifetime of losses - he would take every one he could get. He felt a nudge on his flank and would lift his head from its place atop his mother's neck, twisting his coral eyes around to note the other wolf - his father. Father, he would utter fondly. He hadn't realized until now how much he'd missed them. The scent of the kill would drift to him as his mother commanded him to eat. He would not disobey her direct order, though a momentary look of protest would emanate from his eyes. As you wish, he chided, moving slothfully toward the kill and devouring it with his eyes before his fangs. It had been a while since he'd eaten. Jowls stained with crimson, he would draw a pink tongue across them before turning his attention to his parents once more. Where are the rest of our family?