The right hand man
11-11-2014, 02:54 AM
A fairly large sized creature trotted across the range in a steady pace with long elegant stride as he appeared to be almost flooding rather than trotting. His muscular shoulder blades and hips raised and fall with each step he took on the frosty dead grass. After his morning run to warm his cool blood and just a small hare to satisfy his stomach, the golden and black canine gracefully came to a walk as he swayed through any obstacle that stood in his way. And when a gust of wind whirled past him, his bi colored nostrils flared instantly as a new scent washed over him. At first, Maverick thought nothing of it. It was probably just a lone wolf, like him, wondering around the land looking for some food or a place to take shelter. But the sensation like he was being tracked haunted, it poked as him until it made him uncomfortable. A low growl rumbled in his chest, warm gaze flickered in search for the male that spotted him before Mav could spot him. Bristles stood an end, uneasy. Who was this male? Could it be one of the she wolf?s mates Maverick had mated with before he stumbled onto his land? Had he tracked him all the way out here? Has the lady?s man lost his touch with age? |