Lets Fill Our Stomachs!
04-13-2014, 09:26 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-17-2014, 09:04 PM by Dayton.)
Dayton set off through the forest at an easy run, feeling the new sensations of rolling muscles under his pelt. The small boy had secretly been training for the past week or so, brushing up on his hunting and fighting abilities. This had led to a slight bulk in his figure, a tightening of sinew which had never been present before. It was very subtle, but perhaps Misha would notice. Misha's name sent a flutter through his stomach. His mind chastised him. Misha shouldn't be his concern, at least not right now. He mostly hoped that Roman would notice him. If she saw his improvement, perhaps his rank could be promoted. But that was far enough in the future that he decided to push the thoughts from his mind. He continued to run. He caught new scents on the wind, along with one or two familiar ones. The smells mingled, sending a spike of panic through his veins. The old fear of strangers began to resurface, and Dayton grimaced as he battled them. Confidence was key in any endeavor, and this was no different. He couldn't afford to be a coward now. Several wolves came into view nearby, and the boy slowed his pace to a careful trot. As he brushed past a nearby tree, he felt a ruffle of fur. His first reaction was to move away in shock. He hadn't seen the wolf there until he was upon her. The male felt his paws shift and stumble as he jerked to the side. Then he realized who it was. Misha. His amber gaze flickered from his mate to the wolves up ahead. They were idly conversing as they waited for more members to arrive and hadn't noticed him yet. He had a bit of time. "What's wrong, Misha?" he whispered, coming closer and bumping his shoulder against her. "Don't you want to join the hunt? Roman is there, and you know her, don't you? We can walk up together if you'd like." With that, the russet male began slowly approaching the others, glancing back at his mate every now and then to see if she wished to follow. Eventually he was close enough to voice a greeting. Hopefully Misha would be close at his heels. "Hello everyone," he called, dipping his small head in greeting. "May I join you? May we join you?" Yes, he really hoped Misha was behind him. If she weren't, he would look pretty foolish right about now. Walk. "Talk." Think. |