Fishes and Friends? [Maverick]
03-26-2013, 10:54 AM
Taking the fish back in his jaws, he eagerly ripped into it, saving every last morsel of flesh. The scales weren't particularly tasty, but as a boy who'd grown up on fish he knew how to get around most of them. Bones were tricky things too, but the lad also soured around the more dangerous ones, and simply crushed through the paper-thin ones with ease. His father had told him to take care in eating a fish, or he would find himself choking on its bones. Maverick had taken that seriously, and remembered it to this day. She told her tale of her first hunt, and he found himself chuckling by the end of it. "Well, I s'pose I did a bit better than that." He would smile at her, licking his lips carefully to remove anything that might linger. Blood stained the whiter parts of his muzzle as he heaved a sigh of contentment. "You were a great teacher." A smile would radiate on his face as he rolled onto his side and then finally his back, wriggling from side to side to relieve the itch along his spine that plagued him. Another sigh slipped from agape jaws as he rolled back onto his stomach and then gazed at her again. "Where are you from?" He would inquire with a raised brow. She knew about fishing, so he guessed a pack with a substantial water source, but he really did not know what accommodations the other packs had. He had been - and always would be - primarily concerned with Seracia and their abode. Resting his chin down on his front paws, eyes would remain directed at her quizzically, curious and intent upon whatever answer she might give him. No doubt she was a pack wolf, or at least had a family - her being so young and having been taught the basics of survival. Or had she struck off on her own.. or somehow like him had lost her parents at a young age? The boy would soon find out, he supposed. "speeeeech" |