Brain Over Brawn
03-13-2014, 02:03 PM
What Is Life For, If Not For Joy?
Excitement. How it bubbled within the male, filling him to the brim with positive energy. As he made his way along the ravine, just to burn some of his excess energy before he actually went hunting and returned to his beloved ?owyn. The thought of actually becoming a father, and experience the joys of parenthood only fueled his excitement. There was no worry, no doubts, no fears of anything ever going wrong. They were a strong family, and they would form a strong pack. Their children would surely be raised in the best type of environment -- getting plenty of love, but also a stern guiding paw if need be.
Honestly Birch couldn?t wait for them. Already the dreams of being surrounded by puppies and romping around with them filled his nights, and his days were filled with spoiling his beloved mate with attention, except when he needed to go off for a little while on his own so as to not overwhelm her with his energy. If anything Birch was truly back to the way he was when he was young, a bounce in his step, eagerness in his eyes, and readiness to make others happy. Only this time most of his attention was spent on his beloved ?o.
Light purple eyes seemed to dance with light in his skull as he walked, his body seeming to move to an invisible rhythm. To any cold-hearted beast who might lay their sights upon the chocolate and snow brute the sight was sickening. But why not feel happy? Surely there was no harm in enjoying what life had to offer, and when in good times enjoy them to the fullest? He knew he had nothing to worry about when it came to his mate?s birth either -- they already had a healer in their pack, and Ellis was young though capable. Everything was going to be fine.
The scent of blood would be what broke through the thoughts of the male. He would come to a stop, twitching his ears and lifting his nose to the wind. A fresh kill perhaps? He scented the air again. This wasn?t a pack territory... but if he wasn?t mistaken the scent that was coming to him was of larger game... And... There only appeared to be one wolf scent as well. Curiosity bubbled within him now, and Birch would continue on now, moving at a bit more of a cautious pace. He knew well enough that wolves could be very protective over their kills.
Though the wolf he would find standing over the carcass of a deer hardly seemed threatening at all. She was small... Very, very small. Perhaps the smallest wolf he had ever seen for an adult, which he could tell she was. Another scent would hit him too, the scent of her heat, not that he cared too much about that. This was the second female, other than his ?owyn, that he had come across in heat this season. He supposed that it wasn?t all that strange, but still, Birch couldn?t help but ponder what her attitude would be like. If she decided she didn?t care too much for his company he wasn?t going to stick around long, though he thought it rude just to simply look upon her and leave.
So Birch came closer, though he still made sure to keep a respectful distance away from her and her prey, and then sat, ears perked towards her in curiosity. He would clear his throat, then offer forth a greeting. ?Hello there, miss.? He would offer a smile. From what he could tell she had no help at all killing the deer... And that was when it hit him. His gaze would shift upwards, and he would chuckle. ?It would seem that your brains are more formidable than your brawn.? His light purple gaze would shift back to the female, not moving a muscle and keeping his body completely relaxed.
"Speech"
Honestly Birch couldn?t wait for them. Already the dreams of being surrounded by puppies and romping around with them filled his nights, and his days were filled with spoiling his beloved mate with attention, except when he needed to go off for a little while on his own so as to not overwhelm her with his energy. If anything Birch was truly back to the way he was when he was young, a bounce in his step, eagerness in his eyes, and readiness to make others happy. Only this time most of his attention was spent on his beloved ?o.
Light purple eyes seemed to dance with light in his skull as he walked, his body seeming to move to an invisible rhythm. To any cold-hearted beast who might lay their sights upon the chocolate and snow brute the sight was sickening. But why not feel happy? Surely there was no harm in enjoying what life had to offer, and when in good times enjoy them to the fullest? He knew he had nothing to worry about when it came to his mate?s birth either -- they already had a healer in their pack, and Ellis was young though capable. Everything was going to be fine.
The scent of blood would be what broke through the thoughts of the male. He would come to a stop, twitching his ears and lifting his nose to the wind. A fresh kill perhaps? He scented the air again. This wasn?t a pack territory... but if he wasn?t mistaken the scent that was coming to him was of larger game... And... There only appeared to be one wolf scent as well. Curiosity bubbled within him now, and Birch would continue on now, moving at a bit more of a cautious pace. He knew well enough that wolves could be very protective over their kills.
Though the wolf he would find standing over the carcass of a deer hardly seemed threatening at all. She was small... Very, very small. Perhaps the smallest wolf he had ever seen for an adult, which he could tell she was. Another scent would hit him too, the scent of her heat, not that he cared too much about that. This was the second female, other than his ?owyn, that he had come across in heat this season. He supposed that it wasn?t all that strange, but still, Birch couldn?t help but ponder what her attitude would be like. If she decided she didn?t care too much for his company he wasn?t going to stick around long, though he thought it rude just to simply look upon her and leave.
So Birch came closer, though he still made sure to keep a respectful distance away from her and her prey, and then sat, ears perked towards her in curiosity. He would clear his throat, then offer forth a greeting. ?Hello there, miss.? He would offer a smile. From what he could tell she had no help at all killing the deer... And that was when it hit him. His gaze would shift upwards, and he would chuckle. ?It would seem that your brains are more formidable than your brawn.? His light purple gaze would shift back to the female, not moving a muscle and keeping his body completely relaxed.
"Speech"
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