To The Grande
02-08-2013, 07:17 PM
Kamala grinned a lupine grin at her brother, her tail flicking enthusiastically. "Les go!" The female responded enthusiastically as she began to move forward. Her pawsteps were as quiet as she could manage to make them, but for all of her sneaking she couldn't make up for the fact that she stuck out like a sore thumb against the country side. That was the downside to being white and reddish-brown. You didn't really blend in anywhere, though that was a concept that Kamala had yet to grasp. Her green gaze danced about, settling upon an orange figure perched in a tree not too far away from them. How interesting. The female didn't understand that this wolf could be a threat to her safety or anything like that, but she did know that her 'father' didn't look very pleased by the sight. Kamala did wonder why. Ears pricking in Gerhardt's direction, Kamala strained to make out what was going on as Adette padded closer. Gerhardt followed as well, and Kamala grinned again, looking pleased by the development. They wouldn't be able to keep secrets when they were right there! And that satisfied Kamala's curiosity. Well, at least a little bit. At Maverick's words, Kamala glanced at her brother, huffing softly. "Hide!" She hissed urgently, hoping that even though the adults had turned towards them that they hadn't noticed the duo. So Kamala shrunk against the earth, trying fruitlessly to hide away from the seeking eyes of the adults that had taken them in. That, of course, failed as the two adults drew closer. Still, they didn't seem to be unduly upset with Kamala and her brother. That much, at least, was good. Kamala moved swiftly behind Gerhardt at his instruction, but that didn't stop her from peering out at the orange wolf, eyes gleaming with curiosity. "Why are they in a twee?" Her words had a childish, lilting tone to them. They were hesitating and careful, and she clearly did not have as much experience as some with talking. She was quieter than her siblings, and her words were more halting than Maverick's. As Gerhardt moved forward, Kamala padded along behind him, wide green eyes peering out at the strange orange wolf. She wanted to know why the wolf was there! And why they were in a tree. Why were they orange? Did they live here? Did they know anyone who did? Questions chased themselves in circles inside the pup's head, but she was hesitant to voice them. Instead, the pup kept quiet and watched the larger orange wolf curiously. Speech, |