Worn out places, worn out faces

N/A · 03-22-2014, 10:34 PM

He liked this guy, but then again there weren't many he didn't like when it came to wolves. Everyone seemed so nice here after all. And though he realized now that Alpine was simply letting him win some little part of him appreciated the fact that Alpine could joke around and have some fun. His dad always seemed so serious and always worried about something where as his mom more or less just seemed tired of him most of the time. Even Isis seemed pretty lethargic lately and that lead to a little puppy who had probably way too much energy. So his new companion was a welcome one, hopefully he would stay. But then Alpine would stand, sending Erion tumbling off his hip in a tangle of lengthy limbs. He didn't mind being tossed to the ground, even ended up grinning as he gathered himself up into a seated position, tail thumping against the ground happily behind him. His next words were a welcome shock that sent Erion bouncing to his paws. "Sweeeeet! That means were pack mates which pretty much means were family. That's good cuz I like you!" The explanation was blunt and to the point, Erion happily bumping his own skull playfully against Alpine's as he offered the gesture. He had him going? Erion sniffed and raised his chin in a dignified manner as if such a ruse could never get by the youngster. "Hmph... Maybe a bit. Man I totally coulda taken you if you were a trespasser though! I got some moooves!!!" He said, front legs dropping to the ground in a play bow as he hopped around Alpine and took fake swipes at him here and there. But the older males next words stopped him cold, butt plopping to the ground as if the sheer force of Alpine's words had knocked him back. He wanted to teach Erion how to fight? "My dad is a healer and my mom is a hunter. Never thought about fighting... Really? Could you? Pretty pleeeeaaasseee!!! I swear I'll never sleep in for lessons like I do for healer lessons!" He begged, scooting forward towards Alpine as he spoke. Once he was close enough he would lift his forepaws off the ground and reach out to press them against Alpine's foreleg so he could gaze up at the male, tail wagging so hard it was making a dust cloud behind him. Could he really be a fighter?

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