there's an albatross around your neck
04-11-2014, 01:03 PM
Altavro Of The Nomads |
The wolf seemed pleased by his acceptance of the new name, so Altavro shrugged a little, tail wagging cautiously as he examined the white female. My Polly? He wondered internally at the statement, but after a moment he let it roll off his shoulders. There was no point in getting too worried about it. At the rate he was going, he was going to end up getting his ears shredded and he would generally like to avoid that. "I do?" This was getting really confusing. He wasn't particularly sure what it meant that he wanted a cracker, but it took him a moment to just shrug again. That was rapidly becoming his go to response when this female (he was pretty sure that Alta-whatever wasn't actually her name) was concerned. With that, however, the female was on her paws, lifting herself up from the surf and staring fixedly him. Altavro stiffened under the stare, biting his tongue on a comment roughly to the affect of 'What are you looking at?' But there was no use in saying anything, and for the moment, he was on his best behavior. They remained silent, gazing solemnly at each other until she leaped into motion, her head brushing against his before she moved back. He stiffened a little at the touch, head cocking slightly as she moved happily, a rapid change from her earlier mentality. How odd. "Is this tag?" Confusion colored the wolf's words as he examined her, ears pricked in her direction as he waited for her to react. Would she lash out again? That was really what Altavro was worried about - he wanted to get out of here with his pelt intact, after all. The female's wild mood swings were throwing him off his game a little bit, for Altavro was certainly not used to dealing with wolves like her. But he wasn't sure that anyone really was - she seemed like she would be something different every moment of every day. Maybe it was just with him though. Maybe he brought out the crazies in her. That would be his luck. |