Connections
03-29-2014, 12:14 AM
The yearling had been patrolling the borders that morning, slowly building muscle in his legs and also keeping eyes out for stray rogues. Ever since Cherokee had left, he had taken over the task of making sure the safety of the pack's lands were intact. It was something that required him to wake up a bit earlier in the morning, but he didn't mind the loss of sleep. Lately, he ended up taking afternoon naps and they always made him feel well rested. After securing the premises of each corner, Dhiren returned to the heart of the mangroves. Hunger was pulling at his stomach, but he didn't let it affect his change of direction as he smelled his mother's scent among the trees. His tail wagged slowly behind him as he walked towards her, eager to see her that morning. However, a small voice that greatly resembled Novel's when they were younger broke the soft silence and he halted. Who was that? It wasn't long before he appeared from the mangroves on Song's right, black pelt glistening in the sunlight. Bicolored eyes twinkled at his mother as a grin broke out across his face. "Mama," he said gently before nuzzling her cheek. His head turned so he had both eyes looking at the small pup in front of them. "Hello," he said cheerfully, lowering his front half to the ground so he was level with her gaze. "I haven't seen you before. What's your name?" Speech, |