It's going to kill you slowly
05-02-2014, 11:03 AM
They had taken to wandering together, curing Altavro of any loneliness that might have been building. Now that he had Albatross, Altavro no longer felt a lurking desire to seek out a pack and join one. No, for perhaps the first time in his life, Altavro was entirely content with the life that he led. The female that he had met on the beach had so suddenly become one of his closest companions and to be honest, he wouldn't have had any other way. She made every moment in her company worth it, and Altavro was determined to make up for abandoning her as he had, even if Albatross herself did not blame him for it. It was only when the scent of another reached Altavro's nose that he really realized that they had all but stumbled across the other. His blue gaze settled upon an interestingly patterned gray wolf (not that he really had room to talk about 'interesting patterns'), and Altavro inclined his head in the direction of the larger male. Oops, he thought to himself, ears twitching. He would have offered Albatross the chance of heading somewhere else if he'd noticed that there was another wolf just up ahead. But he hadn't noticed and the chance had escaped him, and Altavro figured he might as well say something, seeing as it would have been pretty hard for the other wolf to miss the presence of Albatross and himself. "Hello there," Altavro greeted the grayish wolf, casting a glance in Albatross' direction. Though his greeting was polite enough, most of his attention was focused on Albatross and Altavro didn't bother trying to hide it. He cared a lot more about Albatross than he did some random stranger and Altavro wasn't particularly worried about what the stranger thought about him. Altavro mostly just wanted to keep an eye on Albatross - if she wasn't enjoying this, Altavro would be on his way quick as a blink. Speech, |