Top of the Mornin' to Ya
04-17-2014, 11:25 AM
Conall was genuinely surprised to hear that the lovely white queen before him was the ripe age of nine years old. He wasn't entirely sure he had ever met a wolf of that age before. Lives were short and hard in his homeland so he considered himself very lucky to have lived to seven. "Two more years of wisdom than myself," he joked, though his gaze held plenty of respect for the queen. His tattered ears perked up attentively as she asked about his thoughts on Alacritis so far and a soft smile touched his muzzle. "Oh, it's quite lovely," he replied. "I don't think I've not been impressed yet! Everywhere has something new to see. And the prey and water here! It's absolutely amazing. Back where I'm from everything was so scarce, all wolves had to be in a pack to survive and every resource was fought over. Here it seems like every wolf has plenty." His stump of a tail wiggled behind him, a pleased look on his face. "I'm very grateful to be here, m'lady." Speech Thought Others |