Caught in the Act
04-01-2014, 11:54 AM
The sand crept between Dayton's toes as he stepped cautiously around the dried river. Clusters of scraggly bushes hung close to the cracked ground, stirring slightly in the wind. There seemed to be little life surrounding this place, but the small brute didn't mind in the least. In fact, he would rather be alone now. Stumbling upon other wolves could be a frightening experience for him. He could never know what sort of disposition to expect. Truly friendly wolves could be difficult to come across. The earthy tones of his pelt had been interrupted enough by the countless scars that lined his face and body. Most of the scars came from that tragic experience with his father. When the disgusting old brute had mistaken him for a female and... Dayton whipped his head from side to side for a moment, releasing the thoughts into the barren land around him. He never allowed himself to think of that day. The bite marks on his muzzle were hard to ignore, however. Any wolf that met him could suspect his submissive nature. Only wolves that had been forcefully controlled had scars like that. The lanky boy continued to walk, his dry tongue coming around to lick the side of his mouth. The tip of his appendage brushed one of the deeper wounds, making him whine quietly. The cuts didn't pain him anymore, but the thought of them did. Suddenly, a series of noises caught his attention. The young male froze where he stood, his posture rigid and temporarily afraid. What was going on? His ears swiveled carefully, examining the sounds and determining what they meant. There were a few playful barks and yips, followed by rustling. Sand stirred in the air, tickling the young boy's nose. He held in a sneeze and moved forward slowly, approaching the commotion with a feeling of adrenaline in his veins. The sounds seemed harmless enough. Just a couple of wolves, playing in the sand... Long legs brought the careful brute toward the two creatures, expecting to see two canines frolicking in the summer heat. When he only saw one, he became confused. The girl seemed to be playing in the sand all alone, kicking up the stuff like it was freshly fallen snow. He felt a small laugh form in his throat, and he let himself smile at the pretty female. Then a breeze pulled through, clearing the air around her for a moment. She wasn't alone. She was playing with a gecko. Hunting it, perhaps? The small earthy male felt doubt creep through his body. Maybe this female wasn't as innocent as he'd previously thought. Maybe she was cruel, playing with her food before killing it. Then another surprise hit him as the gecko spoke. It's words were familiar. This creature knew how to speak the wolven language? Dayton felt his jaw unhinge as he stared in confusion, waiting for the two companions to notice him, to explain themselves, to do anything. This was unlike anything the young boy had ever seen before. Walk. "Talk." Think. |