Politics & Pretty Women, Love 'Em Like Clinton
09-07-2014, 10:49 AM
Damn, was it ever getting hot out. He felt like just staying in the lake and becoming an aquatic wolf, it would make the summer much more bearable. He had started to make his way towards the body of water when a howl rang out for leadership of Ebony. The large male grumbled, dragging his auburn paws towards the caller. He knew that he didn't have too, but if they wanted to talk to his cousin they better damn well expect a grumpy Fendar to be there as well. And grumpy he was, it was hot and he hadn't slept for two days now. Huffing, the brute slowly picked his way towards the borders, not in any kind of rush. Why bother? He wasn't going anywhere if he was waiting for Val anyways. When he saw the ebon male standing at the borders he smirked, he was young and small as well. What land was Alacrita that all the young whelps lead packs? He had nothing against Val of course, she was born of royal blood and raised to be a Queen. But what were all the older wolves doing here? Hiding in fallen logs and eating their hearts out? Another grumble left his lips as he kicked at a rock, soon towering over the two young rulers. Fendar heard the tail end of wanting to speak to the leader, and not knowing that Valeriya had yet to state her title, the man growled. "You're speaking to her boy." He said, his teeth gritting as he tried to control his sour emotional state. Val would most likely make fun of him for being so grumpy, but maybe that would make him feel a bit better. The key word was maybe. It was too damn hot to focus on much at all, and while talk of politics was something that needed to happen it was awfully hard to sit through it in these heat. He just wanted to go for a swim, maybe grow some gills if he stayed there long enough. |
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