Patrolling Warrior

*Surreal* · 05-14-2013, 07:25 PM

Surreal

She heard the pawsteps behind her and turned her head, expecting to see her mother or her father, or maybe Epiphron or Chrysanthe. But the wolf that stood looking at her was a stranger, and he didn?t smell like one of them. So she stood up, turned, and squared her stance, puffed out her chest, and yapped at him. At least, until he lowered himself to her level and spoke to her. She stopped yapping at him, and tilted her head like him. He was white, like her mother, and his eyes were tow different shades of blue, one light and one dark. Was he a relative?

?I?m Surreal, warrior of Vahalla.? She announced with great bravado, her mixed accent rolling the words, and cocked her head at him in the other direction, head held high, tail wagging. ?Who are you? Are you a friend of Mamas?? For one so young, her speech was quite clear and developed. Her mother?s gentle teaching had made it?s mark. Mismatched gold and blue eyes gazed at him intently, curiosity bright in them.

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