like father like son
04-30-2013, 02:55 PM
He'd been worried about changing locations, but it seemed everyone was settling in rather nicely. Many had taken the barn as a residence, and he'd since named it the communal den site. The machinery shed had been the haunt of a few others, though Gerhardt often used the lean to in the south as his afternoon resting place. The buildings were a nice change from dug out dens, and certainly offered a bit more warmth and protection than even a den could give. He missed the salty smell of the air near the delta, but if he stood in the right place, at the right time of day, he could faintly catch a whiff of it. Still, as much as he missed the old land, he was growing fond of this one and it's unusual features. The call of his son rang out loud and clear, so clear - in fact - that the King swore the boy could not be more than a few hundred yards away. It wasn't like Maverick to carry such demanding notes in his vocals, and so the King knew it must be urgent. Pivoting at once, the monarch would carry himself with haste to his son's location, finding the boy to be pacing restlessly. "What ails you, Maverick?" He had a feeling it had to do with the upcoming wedding, but with Maverick's flighty nature as of late, the King could not be sure that was the case. In an effort to quell the heir's nerves, Gerhardt settled his haunches to the earth, curling his tail around his hips and offering a gentle smile all the while. "speeeeech" |