hey brother.
03-17-2014, 12:00 PM
It was easy to find himself lost in the forest. The fog was heavy and thick, obscuring his vision, and underpaw he found that the tree roots were gnarled and strong. They seemed to reach out to snag his paws, threatening to pull him to the ground, but he merely let a low growl escape his throat in irritation. Though his nose searched for the scent of others who might be lurking nearby, he found that the moisture int he air made the scents muddled and faint. And yet one remained stronger than the rest. A slight frown turned down the corners of his lips, his brows furrowing in mild annoyance. Perhaps someone was following him? It certainly was not Cataleya, nor anyone familiar to him. How dare someone trespass already. Though the pack had not quite formed yet, it was still his home, and the idea of just anyone crossing the borders was unpleasant. He could not find him with his eyes, nor with his nose -- but instead, by the sound of the boy's voice. A laugh, so eerie and hollow, yet brimming with amusement. It sounded out, so clear to him, and he would direct himself towards it, eyes alight with fire. The boy was not small, but not quite as large as Basilisk yet. And his pelt -- even though the dense fog -- was a mirror image of his mother's. The memories of her would bring a snarl to his lips, and he would push closer to the boy. "What is so amusing, child?" he spat with annoyance. |