Keeping Pushing
07-29-2014, 02:24 PM
Lids were wavering, threatening to fall over his golden eyes the longer the man lay there. Once, twice, three times now. His head had even begun to shift, slowly lowering till his right cheek was against his foreleg. The man would not be allowed to sleep however, for his ear twitch at the sound of approaching footsteps, steady. Lids pulled back and head would be forced to lift and turn in the direction the steps had come from, gaze falling upon a male approaching with something in his mouth. So close to dozing off, the aging man had to blink his eyes a few times to focus on the figure, features becoming clearer with each blink. A decent sized man, brown coloring, fur moist, green eyes, scars over his muzzle and holding a large salmon in his jaws. Interesting. Deviant raised a brow, nose gathering the stranger's scent. A rogue with a faint pack scent mixed into him, but which one? Silently he would watch the man stop a few feet away, giving Deviant his space. Smart fellow. He was even smiling, a possible friend? Ears swiveled forward as the man set his fish down on his paws, listening when he spoke, asking if he would be interested in some fish. Fish, ey? Golden gaze would drop to the fish then rise back up to meet the male's friendly gaze. it was a bit unusual, most didn't really like sharing their meals, but if the man wanted to, then why not. "Only if you wish to share, friend." Voice was calm and friendly, a light chuckle escaping his jaws. He would push the front half of his body up off the ground and readjust himself so he could face the stranger, as well as motion him over. "Though, I'd hate to have a share of something somebody worked to catch. I do not want to be a freeloader." He'd add on, turning himself slightly away from the man but only so he could face the water, if he truly did want to share his fish. "normal. speech. thought. you." Awesome image by KatG6 <3 |
