Good First Impressions

N/A · 05-09-2013, 10:51 AM

He stared out at the croplands skeptically, wondering if the tales he'd heard were even true. How could two legged creatures possibly use all of these things and actually create food? Food wasn't created, it was born. Food ran, food had to be chased, and killed, and eaten. That was life. He was beginning to think whoever had relayed such tales throughout the years was a fool. Eyes then turned back to her as she excused his rushing behavior. Most wolves knew that his youthful exuberance often resulted in a fast-paced lifestyle. "We'd be a fool to refuse you. Would you like to join, then?" He felt as if he already knew the answer, but it was improper to assume such things. He genuinely hoped that she would join Seracia, she seemed like just the right type of member for the Kingdom.

The cool autumn wind blew against his side, reminding him that the summer was officially over. He was thankful for this, but wondered if it meant they would return to their old home. Maverick liked this one even better than the delta-paradise, and intended to stay here. Would his father want to move everyone back? It wouldn't exactly be practical, nor would it help the pack's stability. Besides, Ghost had just delivered, had she not? Surely Gerhardt wouldn't move three newborn pups and their mother. No, Maverick was convinced they would stay here, at least a while.

"speeeeech"

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